Monday, September 03, 2007
Sunday, August 26, 2007
{Blood CURDLING scream}
What if that was real?
I'd have to reevaluate my Hipster Lust. That's for sure.
Posted by Naked Buppie at 8/26/2007 02:38:00 PM 0 comments
Labels: death, hipster video, self evaluation
Friday, August 24, 2007
obscure cameras
Hurray Hurray! For I get to see Tracyanne sadly sing some of my favorite songs.
I'm totally ready to be heartbroken. Pictures to follow FO SHO. Unfortch, I'm not too down with the Seaport.
Posted by Naked Buppie at 8/24/2007 02:00:00 PM 0 comments
Labels: Camera Obscura, NYC, South Street Seaport
Monday, August 13, 2007
scary monster sounds and a bag full of weed
Kinda weird that overnight you can go to sleep happy and content and then wake up at 4am not being able to breathe. Hotness.
This morning I talked to Claudia and I didn't recognize myself. I sounded like a monster. Like a retard monster, with a bunch of grapes in it's throat. Green ones. Progressively I start to sound worse. Now I'm home, trying to keep solids down (YES, I'm also puking!) waiting for Big Love and Weeds to come on.
Meh.
My tonsils are touching the hangy thing in the back of my throat. :( Not only touching it, but pushing it forward... UGHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH. Not happy.
Posted by Naked Buppie at 8/13/2007 07:57:00 PM 0 comments
Labels: sore throat
Friday, August 10, 2007
robots came to earth to rock us last night
Daft Punk was insane last night. I thought my brain would melt. Daft Punk. No more words can express how you MADE my year.
These two pics were taken just as my brain reached 500 degrees. Celsius. The finale and encore rocked. Amen for DJ's, dance music, and Parisians.
Muah!
Posted by Naked Buppie at 8/10/2007 02:28:00 PM 0 comments
Labels: brooklyn, Coney Island, Daft Punk, Keyspan Park
This Is What Happens When You Drink Toooo Much.
...you put wine bags over your head and dance like Elaine from Seinfeld