i still don’t get what the fuck these conventions are for. i don’t think i ever will. (Side Note: I threw the pigskin with ol’ Bubba and Jeffrey back in the halcyon days of ‘92. Chelsea was there in a tye-dyed t-shirt. It was sweet.)
getting weirder still in Denver. (and in the words of the good dr: when the going gets weird, the weird turn pro.)
(photo by B Reils)
6-Year-Old Stares Down Bottomless Abyss Of Formal Schooling
CARPENTERSVILLE, IL—Local first-grader Connor Bolduc, 6, experienced the first inkling of a coming lifetime of existential dread Monday upon recognizing his cruel destiny to participate in compulsory education for the better part of the next two decades, sources reported.
gives me a hop in my step each morning.
costumes, a horde of backup musicians, and a mustachioed Kjarri.
![Every once in a while it’s really fucking sweet to have a [fantastic] girlfriend.](http://media.tumblr.com/l0nHNvzPBcj95bq6P1TNYEcT_500.jpg)
I’m still getting chills after the 4th viewing.
This song is part Cocktail (1988) and North Shore (1987), which seem to have occured in the same summer of my youth; year apartness notwithstanding. I’m riding a Morey Boogie and shredding with a shark-tooth necklace. The coolest Billabong shorts to ever exist are in play (image could not be located). Bill could very well have been mowing lawns (in Chevy Chase, MD?) at the time but he has undoubtedly given me a remembrance of times more ________, less ___________.
It could be I’m nostalgic for the summers of my youth. It could also be I’m frightened by the arrival of memories as such.
