"OK, now give me your horror movie face." This is Friday night. This is ridiculous

After the first two, everything else just sounds dirty, too.

Dirty Projectors!

Portland.

The sign isn't even grammatically correct, let alone morally.

It says, "Brianne ~ Beautiful name beautiful life."

It was a writer-on-writer-on-writer lovefest.

Oddly, couldn't find "Wild Things." Have never read the other two, but "The True Story of the 3 Little Pigs" is The Best.

Liberty is convinced this float is a Trojan Horse. I'm sure that she's onto something.

Conan! And also my feet. And also a pool table.

I am here, reading. Apparently people still play hackey sack? Are pigs still hot, too? Am I disconnected?

Portland, you cold-hearted bitch, it's nearly JUNE. Is this sub zero shit really necessary?!

Evan, Andy, and I laughed about WoW then proceeded to find Oregon Trail and play it. And then made the top 5.

Pioneer Square. (But if you're savvy with directions and landmarks, please do not stalk me.)

Wanna see a shitty picture of one of the paintings so far?

Say Hi set list

Set list.

Mount St. Helens and the Fremont Bridge from where I'm sitting at this very moment.

Yes. Yes. Yes. Yes. Yes.

And then she was all like, "Welcome home!"