This week in pictures

Welcome to BlueValentine's week in pictures.

Wednesday night, I went to Hole in the Wall with my buddy John, home of the most random and most dated bathroom graffiti known to man.



yes. a Larry "Bud" Melman shout out. Look out, 1986. I'm comin' atcha!

So, after a beer or two, I drove home to my igloo house.




The needle would not go any further. And notice my very hopeful setting of 76 degrees. Yeah. It's kinda sad to me too.


So, you might be wondering "How would I look in a house with no electricity in the middle of winter?"

I recon it would be something like :






This is also how I slept. I'm sure any sexual fantasies you've ever had of me are completely gone at this point. I'm also really sorry that I look like an outtake from The Blair Witch Project




So, enough of that.

Last night we went out to score some free mexican food from a friend of ours who is a waiter. Free mexican food = free drinks. free drinks = my drunkeness. my drunkeness = some dreams that make no sense.

Last night I had a dream that a plane crashed, nose first, into my high school. A high school I was attending. Also attending said high school were 2 friends, no less than 2 of my ex boyfriends and a girl who's kid I used to babysit when I first got here. So I guess this highschool was sorta like West Beverly in the sense that it was attended only by people in their late 20's - mid 30's.

And after the plane crashed we were all moved to the auditorium where comedian Richard Jeni was performing for us. Because, apparently, having a plane crash into our school wasn't tragic enough...


¶ 10:30 AM


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