Constructing them and solving them.
Just another thing I'm good at that will never get me ahead in life.
Big Whoop.
OK.
HAPPY BIRTHDAY TO ONE OF MY DEAREST FRIENDS, THE MAN WHO SPEAKS TO MY SOUL EVERY DAY, MY HEART, MY TALL ONE, MY ITTLE JARN DOLL, MY DEAD DEAD.
I love you Jon Walter, you are 26 and alive as anyone could ever be.
Jon's self portrait
Sew.
I've been neglecting my blog obviously.
I want to be witty and talkative but I feel like I just can't.
I think being unemployed has made me less of a person.
The last week and a half has been brunches, beer, east village, LES, chinatown, puppets, happy hour, bikes, girls, boys, and ridiculously unstable weather conditions.
I also read a couple magazines, watched a lot of dvds, did extensive research on future film releases/trailers, and found out the following:
If I leave my windows open at night, my cats shriek absurdly loud at the strays in the courtyard.
At 5am.
Its.
Terrifying.
For now, here are some photographic memories.
Russians and pudgy Latinas def have the shitty shoe market on lock.
this ad gave me a boner everytime I saw it in the subway.
I watched an episode on youtube.
Was it exactly what I expected and wanted?
YES.
PS I watched it with a nine year old boy and it led to this kind of behaviour:
Had a night out on the sidewalk in the EVil with these weirdos.
Me and Jess talked about how the water in Jersey makes the bagels better.
Will shouted "ZOE!" at every woman that passed by.
They sort of act like a creepy married couple that everyone is scared to do dinner with. Except they aren't married. Or dating. Or attracted to eachother. NBW.
I LOVE THEM SO MUCH.
These two were being funny I think.
Liv is doing 'story hands'
We wound up at a hookah bar full of creepy Armenians.
Speakers blasting Cece Peniston.
Erman is Armenian but was completely out of his element.
We candle read his tattoos.
That was the first night of ill weather.
I got my butt grabbed by an old dirty lesbian dopehead.
I got epic blisters from wearing wedge heels for the first time this season.
Hiyme drank 48 Red Bulls.
It was such a good memory.
All of it.
***I JUST TOOK A 20 MINUTE BREAK FROM THIS BLOG TO SEND RESUMES. SOMEONE PLEASE GIVE ME A JOB. THANK YOU KINDLY.***
Ok, I'm back.
Oh yeah, I went to a spa upstate with Nan, that was really relaxing and extremely boring.
My mom is so awesome because we go places together and do nothing really and have a great time.
The fullbody Swedish massages were godly.
No one ever cares about what other people vacations look like, so I'll make this short...
I'm always a little sad to say goodbye to New York
Even for just a few days.
As soon as we got to this place we immediately put on robes and spa-ed the fuck out.
When I say immediately I mean it.
Ps does anything smell better than a good spa room?
No.
Is the answer.
This sign expresses exactly the vibe at the Mohonk Mountain House.
QUIET PLEASE.
There were no tvs.
No bars so to speak.
Quaker balling.
My moms gear is always 1. sparkly 2. colorful 3. teenager-like
Water Therapy
Not planned.
I was ecstatic about this.
Nan on the other hand, not so much.
The room was unusually hot.
That is not a bad joke, its just an ironic truth.
Went shopping in a hippie town nearby, and when we returned to the mountain house it snowed.
So. Lame.
It was 4/20 by the way and here are two things that will illustrate how New Paltz, NY gets down:
advertisement for the local entertainment
novelty stoner item sadly discarded.
OK I'm over taking about the spa, I liked it, it was sleepy, my mom kicks your moms ass.
Non-literally speaking.
My mom wouldn't fight your mom, shes a peacemaker.
Moving on.
Sour Rocker
Babyface Bowman
Sean Connery's grandson, Steven James.
Its been getting hot so we are all doing this stuff:
Amazing brunch season.
LOOK AT THOSE PANCAKES.
Riding bikes past shitty yet epic graf downtown with my main girl.
(this photo dedicated to said main girl Jeylan, I really might not be able to smile without you. Pause)
Ride to a BBQ.
rooftops.
gnome offerings.
people who have their shit together live in this fashion.
Oh hai.
Sometimes I think Stephanie looks like someone who should be an agent for really obnoxious young actors.
Please note Wyatts hangover face. It is perfect.
PS the olive oil looks like Jagermeister.
Why are people in marketing so fucking retarded?
I look like I design bongs but I really design Prada sunglasses.
I also have the most infectious laugh known to man.
Also my name is Brock.
Win.
Sitting outside at bars is always a good look in the hot ass evening.
Is it just me or is this fucking cute?
My bike is suitable for anyone really.
25 year old girls with short legs.
Grown men.
Whatever.
Hey gurl.
ConRAD attempting to take his name to a very literal level.
Sunbathing in Bushwick with Marion healed all pain.
Saw this baller from the J train stairwell.
He inspired me with color.
Also inspiring.
Boxing Jew puppetry.
Is anyone tired of this blog post yet?
I am.
Truly.
This has gone on too long and my fingers hurt.
Thats what he said.
ZING!
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