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6.11.06








































in no particular order...

Anza club, 2am walks across the Cambie St. bridge...fuck why is my phone ringing...holy fuck most random phone call ever but now i can say i got work done...breakfast at a bagel slash sushi place with the most incompetent workers who couldnt spraken the english hardly...fuck it says pasta salad on the menu, so why would you say you dont actually have it?...adrenaline...me shut in a room with marnie and celine while they had piercings done and i didnt freak out or get sick or anything...chinatown adventures...crêpes full of goodness..HIP TICKETS??? YES!!!...mucho mucho phone calls...dead bodies at science world...wait time to go fuck who's coming with me now?...marnie and pat go to the Hip and rock out cause it's the fucking Hip...bourbon...random mortal combat and fat man molestations...no i wont sign your petition because theres already legislation in place for that retard fuck learn about it before you fucking petition for it...baby carriages on the way home...flying drunk diving girls...hey you know that's where hobos pee and youre lying in it?...people are staring...how come she can sleep on the bus in like 2 seconds?...its bright pink and its name is david the umbrella why what did you think it was?...1.5 seconds to pass out new record maybe...grapes in a bottle...ikea has breakfast! yeah but its like 1pm fuck it lets go anyway...tampON tampOFF...holy shit its an IKEA feast lets play house now...so tired where the fuck is the bus youve been waiting for two hours holy shit...lets walk and get rained on ok shit there goes the bus...call your friend and tell her we're gonna be late again no we're on our way...hey i know you!! gimme josé's phone number so i can randomly call him with a gay accent...let go make pizza and watch a movie...here have a hoodie its warm...no its not broken dont worry...whats this about? gymnasts oh ok holy SHIT shes got a bruised vag now...look i got a note...ok i'll come with you so you dont get lost...the fat man made you teary? and youre taking my socks?...im glad you came down...im gonna lock you up in my room next time...hey i know those british people thats not ice cream...im going to walk home without putting my hood up or using an umbrella because i can holy shit its wet out but thats ok...good fucking times.

i want tomato soup.

fingers and toes

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