Squibbles and Squabbles.

I thought I would take time to post the essential people in my life at the moment. This is Chelsea. She's been one of those 'through thick and thin' people to me. I have always felt like if there was a battle I would need to go into head first, she would be there next to me fighting to the death.

Her hair isn't always this short. Right now it's darker, with blunt bangs and a slight bob. She always typically wears black, because her job requires it. I've never known anyone to wear just one colour collectively, and make it work. And hey, it could be worse. It could be day glow like our good friend Will Smith circa Fresh Prince of Belair. And we know that he could make it work only because of his ability to dance with pure limbs of glory!

So I scrambled on myspace for a photo, because I realized that all of my photographs taken of Wes were stupidly taken while drunk. I have a knack for documenting friends mid upper lip out, teeth slightly gapped and bottom lip slightly to the left while their eyes have rolled back into their head and their nostrils are flaired. I will snap that one good photo someday, Wes!

I remember once, when Wes had begged Chelsea and I to attend the saloon with him before gay pride weekend. It really put things into perspective for me. I realized that he isn't as gay I make him seem and that he is more attractive than most of the gay community in Minneapolis. Maybe I have a bias, because I am just that good of friends with him. He is one of the best people that I've met. We've coined so many phrases. For example, just to randomly say "Oogen, Boogen" while scooting down Hennepin avenue only means what it is while saying it during that time. And to possibly explain it later, well...it has taken on a new meaning by the time that comes. Wes typically wears nice clothes. Whether it be a nice leather messenger bag as a "must have" accessory or super short shorts from American Apparel. We could stand on a mountain while screaming "Fuck Louis Vuitton, Marc Jacobs please do us in the butt". We both understand the brevity in everything we say. And as a collective of Chelsea, Wes and I...we just make it happen. Simple.

More to come on other friends soon. Because I know you all care so much (and I know there is so many of you reading my blogs.)

The Beatles are saying to me that
I need a fix because I'm going down