Showing posts with label James. Show all posts
Showing posts with label James. Show all posts

Monday, January 19, 2009

Soulnap


The work crew on Mercer Island.

James:"You know, certain primitive people think he's stealing your soul with that thing. I'd be a little more concerned if I were you."

Wednesday, January 14, 2009

easy with eyes closed

PFFFFT!


Aimee, Angela, Scott and I had a Tuna Melt Club meeting. Angela fried up some onion rings.


We made a GAK colored cake! Trip out!


This is James. He smokes a lot of weed. I work with him. He's taking a nap after lunch right now. He hasn't cut his hair or shaved since I met him last summer. I asked him what the deal was. James said:"I'm just not cuttin' it right now, man." O, the layers.


I lost my mp3 player @ Holy Mountain. Aimee felt bad and gave me a ritualistic occult robe! It looks so awesome, she's really getting a hang of things. Good morning, Elva.