Sticky Rice

I went to the infamous sticky rice for the first time last week. and I really don't understand what's all the hype about. I guess it's because all the cool kids go there. Well, I much rather have an actual Asian person making my food rather than some hipster. No offense. Sticky rice, you fail. Bad service, bad prices, small place, and icky area. Overall this place gets a D-.



(only pictures I took of that night (friday), Liz took some yesterday)

catchy song

with macabre lyrics.

lyrics are macabre. (don't read them if you are sensitive)
You’re gonna die
I’m gonna kill you
You’re gonna die
I’m gonna kill you

Feeling all blue
I’ve got no more time
They all hate me
Because of my crime

Their threats come at me
Their voices are loud
All to condemn me
My face is still proud

You were my good friend
I saved you before
I thought you turned good now
But you asked for some more

You had to provoke me
So I beat you
Watched your skull bleed
So now I feel blue

Out of ideas
Nowhere to run
Looking right down
Barrel of a gun

And so I dream
Voices in my head
Delusions mock me
My best friend is dead

I feel no guilt
But I shed a tear
I see your dead body
With the blood all smeared

A bird sings a song
It’s all for you
Outside it’s so warm
And the skies are all blue

You’re gonna die
I’m gonna kill you
You’re gonna die
I’m gonna kill you

stripes, plaid, and animal prints

All I need in life

Korean and a good book.
And maybe a sweet boy to eat it all with me (Caco!)

Saturday night

Here I come.

Cruela de vil

Cruela de vil, if she doesn't scare you no evil thing will.
Cruela, cruela de vil.

Sex

or "Whatever you like"