One Cannot Delay the Creeping Dread with Alcohol Alone
(N.B: This is posted later because i was apparently too drunk to post it last night. But it is in original form)

Do you like that title? It could be like a morrissey lyric when he was tired(yeah it could)...or maybe a bad teen angst poem. I like it. Creeping is a good word.

I've come back to photo blogging...it's really a lost art. Like...vase....making?

I think I'll have a one up on Kathy if I just post these while sauced out of my mind on rye.


It was Warren/Julie's birthday. Festive.
I kicked my shoe at Casey when she was on the porch. Needless to say it missed and she had a good time.
I had an anecdote about a girl catching a hair straightener between her legs and getting burnt. It was suggested her vagina would not be unlike Freddy Kruger. This is what we assume that would be like. Note: Evil Claw hand.
Bangs ruin photos.
Normal photo.


Then notice angel wings and warbler sticker.

I can't quit me.

I think Casey and Martin are being racist.
Apparently moms broke up our party.

Hot shoe mommas

I told Karly her hair made me want to barf to make her feel bad.
I am dressed like a militant.
This photo is about being a broseph.

Or about first year film students I offended with my candor.

I just met Nojan.

The trick is to not mention he's Max Fischer.

His friends are famouser than mine.

I know that girl from somewhere. Anyone? Is she part of your posse?

Dear Aunt Warren,

Thank you for the party. I had a good time. I met a lot of nice people who were nice to me. Nojan waited for the bus with me. Did you know he's friends with Matthew from Project Catwalk? That makes me question my sexuality a little. I hope you enjoyed your gift of ENDLESS BLOWN UP BALLOONS AN ALCOHOL. See you next birthday

Senior prom! Woo! I can't believe we are graduating!

Sincerely but also Love,

CAM