Bummer. It’s true though, it is almost over. This morning looks like a shitty early winter rain-out. The pigeons look wet and my windows have that mistiness that can only mean the sun is retreating.
Total bullshit. We were just getting used to wearing short shorts.
Shouldn’t complain really. It was pretty mythic as far as summers go. We swam, we rode our bikes, got drunk on roof tops, danced the Lindy hop and… wait, it’s Fashion Week! What am I talking about? Party-on!
Man, we loves us some Fashion Week! Tall beautiful people everywhere, like sign posts to remind you how worthless you are to the gene pool. You can’t walk down the street without feeling like an extra from The Labyrinth.
It really is a tough week to be a… 5? Give me a 6.5 you fucks!

In other news: We are officially up to mischief right now, with grand plans to take shit to the next level. And by ‘Next Level’ I mean LA. Just kidding. I can’t tell you what the next level is, but be sure to watch this space for updates.
Actually, here’s a picture puzzle that hints at what the next level might just be.

In other other news: While wadding about the incalculably vast wasteland that is the Internet today, I discovered the pictures below.
I thought they were positively deadly so I posted them here.
Check out where I found them.

Oh yeah. Almost forgot. Anyone got a video camera? Like a proper “Let’s make a TV show” video camera?
Holler at us…yo…