an epistle of love traveling to you through time and space

Certain sweet woodland elves have been whispering into my ears that I have not been blogging enough (or at all, really) and so, at long last, here is a little proof that I still love the internet.

These are some pictures I took of an ad in my mom's Good Housekeeping. These are dolls. Little, creepy, wrinkly, goofily-hatted dolls. I want to buy like 5 dozen of them and fill Scott's roommate's bedroom with them. Scariest. Prank. Ever. (And Ricardo deserves it because he has been giving me undeserved attitude lately. And by "lately" I mean he's only ever given me attitude for as long as I've known him. And by "undeserved" I mean I probably did deserve it.)

bu-ohhhhh-na fi-eeeeee-sta

Let's do this night in reverse, shall we?

End of the night. Jenna and Amanda are looking...worn. What could have exhausted them so thoroughly?!


The REMIX II. I flat-out refused to go on this death machine.


Jenna and Sam look messy and confused. What are the eating?!


Oh, they shared a romantic cannoli!! How sweet. (Just to be clear...I'm the Tramp in this scenario. Jenna is pure Lady.)


A street-wide tribute to our fallen Italian brothers.


A free hot dog?! What magical land is this place?


Jenna mounts a motorbike.


Oh, so the motorbike rolled in under the warm buttocks of the one and only Brucie Muenzner. That makes perfect sense.


Where'd ya get that neat flask, Sam?


JAM poses seductively next to the ticket booth. Could these tickets inside be used for the REMIX II???? Time will tell.


Pie eating contest in the middle of the street on the back of a pickup truck. And there were trophies. Duh.


Maximum capacity 99 mofos? Must be a classy joint.


Oh I see. It's the Gloucester Brewing Company!! Aka...saloon.


Cindy?? When did she get here? And who's that geezer she's talking to??


No caption.


And the flask appears. I stole this from a child's kitchen play set. No I didn't. Yes I did. No I didn't.


The loveliest ladies in all the land meet for a low-key breakfast in their favorite seaside vacation town.



Fiesta happens. You can't stop it. You can't understand it. You can only take it in and praise the lord that you lived.