6:10 PM


So I have been feeling a little under the weather lately, mostly because I broke up with my boyfriend, one of the most beautiful people I have ever had the good fortune to talk to, let alone hold hands with. So I guess when you feel like shit what better to do than air all of that filthy laundry out in public. There it is. You know once, when I was dumped by this dude I was totally hot for, he told a mutual friend that he'd always been the dumpee and that being the dump-er was way harder. Can I just say, now that I've seen both sides: IT. IS. SO. TRUE. Even though being dumped is literally like being stabbed in the guts, being the dumper is more like having cancer, as in it makes you sick for a long time and eats you from the inside. Also, you never know if it's going to go away.

To distract myself, I'm going to post some pictures of what we've been doing over the last couple of days.

We went to the Sundae party on Sunday and it was doooooope! Thankyou, thankyou Sundae party. Best. Check these little kids getting their groove on while everyone around them was singing.

For a photoshoot we're doing in the next week or so, I have been cleaning shoes (and my lungs), I'm pretty sure I inhaled at least half of this.

Mr Saigon, a.k.a. Randy has been shaking up a margharita storm after we've been working our arses off during the day (thanks mate!)
I did a piece on 5th and Cecil B Moore, check it out if you're in town.Solomon got his hair locked yesterday. He was so patient, he was at the hairdresser's for the whole day. It looks soooo good matey.Meanwhile, I found out they have roadstops named after the sound of failure.Kind of appropriate at the moment, don't you reckon.