Netflix

Dewberry signed up for a free trial of Netflix, but since he already did this once in the past the would not accept his card. They make you give a card number ahead of time and bank you not canceling and snagging a membership from you, that's how they get you, and how they got me, since he used my card to get the free trial. Since he has left me for Oklahoma I decided to get use out of said Netflix since I have no life anymore, I called him to figure out what the username and password were, which is where my hostility arises, he said he couldn't remember the password, I think he just didn't want to tell me. I am not taking any of his calls until further notice.

Pretty Little Liars

"Three can keep a secret, if two of them are dead" - Ben Franklin

That may be true, but we pulled it off successfully

Superman

Getting into this hold is the hard part, holding it takes a lot less effort, your legs just need to squeeze together around the pole and your top arm helps you lay flat. What's nice about the Superman is that it's versitile, you can go into it from a few different tricks, or you can lead into a few different tricks with it.

stupid statement #3

"It's like I have a third sense or something"

I used to be wild

Summer(fest) of 69

I've been hit with an unshakable wave of nostalgia, this photo is from a weekend when Sweet sop Passion fruit, Gooseberry Banana and I drove down to Milwaukee for Summer Fest and Kumquat Desert Fig's birthday.
The first night we went down to the musical festivities I have a notorious habit for getting absolutely belligerently shit faced when I go to Milwaukee, and that weekend was no exception, although I didn't get hang overs then so it wasn't an issue like it is now.
The second day, Saturday we went up to Kumquat's cottage and spent the day on the water, we were rebels and took the boat out even though we were specifically instructed to leave her docked, our nautical urges couldn't be denied or shaken. We peeled corn on a questionable dock and used matches for birthday cake candles, everybody got too drunk again, we had numerous hilarious quotes and "that's what she said moments". That was the first summer I had a group of girl friends and I felt so lucky to have them.
The third day I went home because I had to work the following Monday, Sweet sop and Gooseberry stayed down there for another night of debauchery and to this day I believe I missed out on what was yet another fantastic evening. I wish I could make a slide show of all the photos from that weekend, well let's face it I could because I make a mean slide show, I just don't think anybody would care to actually watch it.

11OH!7

I am very satisfied with my life right now, but there are times when I would love the opportunity to go back to these days, just for a weekend, that was the only part of the week that mattered back then! It was the first Friday of the fall semester of 2008 when this photo was taken, junior year and I shared a house with Kumquat Desert fig, Kiwi Oil palm and 1 other friend (the 4 became 3 not long after, which is sad yes but life happens). During that semester my biggest concern was what I was going to wear during the weekend nights over at 808, when I look back at those nights I see myself in a damp, dim basement, with "dolla dolla bill ya'll" scribbled on the wall, meandering to the Mushroom Kingdom and back, red solo cups slopping everywhere as we learned how to play Assault and Kirk Pong, the whole time with TI blaring over the speakers drowning out most drunken conversations that I can't remember anyway. I don't know how many group hugs, beer bongs or stolen kisses took place in that basement, or how many times we sang along to Sweet Caroline at the tops of lungs and fist pumped at the appropriate moments. I do know that I will probably never have anybody break into my house wearing a wolf mask, ride a motorized cooler, end up on a side walk with my bare feet in the air after losing my friend's shoes or beat a 29 second keg stand. Good times never seemed so good.