pink turns to blue.

Rain rain, gone away.

so many cakes.

Not my birthday, but there was cake*. (Yeah--the candles...I know, I know.)



*Happy Birthday, Mom.

two hearts in 3/4 time.

I have 153 songs with the word 'love' in the title.

adult education.

Fuck rain. For real.

busy doing nothing.

More of the same.

dry the rain.

The past two and 1/2 days have been:

a.) Rainy as a motherfucker.
b.) Horrible for skating.
c.) A downer.

I tried to get a shot of lightning striking, but I was constantly 2 seconds late. Oh well.

kick her.

Konichiwa, Molly.

typical girls.

Heartthrob situations.

dogs they make up the dark.

This is a picture that Theodore sent me a while ago. It is his dog in a Yoda costume (obvs.) Why am I posting this?

Because I don't feel like writing about places or memories or anything.

And come on, honestly. That shit looks awesome.

our summer of teenage lust.

I skate this pretty much every night. Ted liked that the curb under overpass is lined with metal. It's really easy to grind. This is (literally) around the corner from that ex-squat place.

I used to sit on the benches where I took this photo from with a girl that I used to go out with a long time ago. Looking back now, (sorry for the lame phrasing/nostalgia) that was my favorite summer. Ever.

sheena was a parasite.

This place used to be the creative kids/punk/metal squat situation in my neighborhood. It stopped being that about three years ago. I'm pretty sure hookers or junkies live there now. It's directly across the street from the elementary school/playground (that white wall all the way out of focus, under the street light.)

dark days, bright nights.

Diner food. Yum.

the world is not a cold dead place.

Just saying.

driving me backwards.

In all honesty, I'd much rather had my last night look like this.

schlock and awe.

This the best that John Tucker Must Die will ever look.

le le low.

Where I live, the pump is open.