Woooooopants.

Oh man. I got the photos in the mail today (obviously). I was expecting a lot more considering how long it took them to get to me, but meh. Can't really complain about TFCD, eh? And one of the pictures was AMAZING, but the wind had blown some of my hair all crazy and I'm debating on whether or not I wanna upload it anyway. HEH.

I have the same face in every photo. I really need to work on that... AND the overall warmth of each photo doesn't translate to the web. Stupid web colors. They look a lot nicer when you're viewing them straight off the cd. *sigh* I wish he'd included some of the pictures of me smoking. Heh! They were full of attitude and zest and... cancer. Yep.

But enough complaining. I'm pretty damn happy with how they turned out (considering how effing hungover I was...) and I definitely wanna work with him again. Clint's a cool dude.

So last night I went over to Pepper and Dan's. There were so many goddamn people there. Heh. I finally met Dan Weatherly, and he was completely wasted and asked me my name four times even after I said "Bre, like the cheese." That usually makes my name stick. Heh. And he was trying to kidnap Pepper and I and take us to the casino. Heh! I said I was poor as fuckall, but he said something to the effect of my face getting us all free drinks. Or something. Weirdo.

"Bre, your rave name should be... Jesus. With a 'G'." -Pepper

Took a quick trip up to Bellingham with Mike and Pepper. Heh! Went back to Pepper's, drank a box of wine and some beer. Apparently I pulled a Terry and was slumped on the couch with my eyes half open mumbling to Mike. I don't remember this at all. Woke up at 10-ish today with a HORRIBLE hangover. HORRIBLE. I'm still dealing with it right now. I thought I was gonna puke when I got home. Luckily I didn't. I'm just cold and shakey and my borrowed Camel Wides are making me sick, but I can't stop smoking them. Ugh.

So. Hopefully Sam calls soon so I can stick a hole in her tongue. Then I gotta put some pink chunks in Kali's hair and see about going to some party in Oso. Fucking OSO. I haven't been out there since... freshman year of high school. Wow.

God, I feel like AIDS.