NYE 2006

Bryan sent me a ton of pictures that he took from our New Year's Eve party back in 2006... You can make up your own captions... Thomas is, quite obviously, the star...

Ring it in Stupidly

I guess that, while I'm posting terrible random pictures, here are our terrible random pictures from when Thomas decided to grace us with his presence for a few hours before going back to China.
I am 98% certain that I took this photo. It is a fairly normal photo of fairly normal looking people doing fairly normal looking things. (losing at Crainium) I am also 98% certain that I did not take any other photos this night...	How Sweet. Pretty sure this was Allison's doing. Apparently someone broke my sweet bone, so I can be pretty sure I had no part in this.	Obviously I didn't take this. But, sadly, I suppose I start the offensiveness by blinding everyone with my head. I wish I could turn that into a super power. Also, Allison's hair is totally pink. Crazy that it looks all orange here...
lol!!!!!!!111 They think they can win!	c'mon... pleeeeeeaaaase let us win :(	Let me think about it...
hah! no, you'll never win!! :-p	grrrr... I will eat you!	pssh. Whatever.
Right. That's over. Almost. I'm sorry to have subjected anyone not involved to the photographic evidence of... well... of whatever all of this proves. Which might be nothing. And that might be worse than proving something really bad. (*shhh*... it actually proves that Thomas is voting for Fred Thompson) And, lastly, this proves that I don't know what to do in front of a camera... *sigh* Oh. And we did win, btw. technically.

Here's some stuff that Allison, Eston, Thomas, and I made...

Everyone I Know Is Leaving
gay
Cut Out
Luxy's Last Kiss

Bamboo

I was falling asleep on the couch yesterday watching Ghostbusters when Thomas called with the dumbest thing I could possibly imagine hearing in my half-dazed state...
- "Hey, you want to come over and chop down weeds?"
- "What? Fuck. No... with what?"
- "Swords."
- "hmm... fine."

So the weeds were actually Bryan's yard. I think it got mowed once a few months ago... maybe... just imagine if we actually ever got rain here anymore...
Being the old-school manly men that we are, we gathered the proper tools for the job and went to work clear-cutting.
	After following in our ancestors' footsteps and forcing nature to lie down at our feet the all-natural way it was, of course, time to pull out the big guns... I'm pretty sure I've mowed this yard more than any other single person since Bryan bought the house... and that was 2 1/2 years ago... and I've probably only done it a dozen times...
	The onslaught continued... man vs. nature...
	While the outcome was never in doubt, Nature did make one last desperate ploy to save itself. The little mini-bamboos tried to ambush Thomas off the porch in an effort to save the rest of the community. Unfortunately (for them), their aim was terrible, and Thomas emerged unscathed. Unscathed... but angry... "Fuck you, bamboo. I'm gonna build a house out of you!"
And so that's exactly what we did. There's no roof or walls or floor or doors or anything... but it's kind of a house. And should serve as a reminder to the grasses left standing: Don't fuck around with a jungle cat. Just... don't do it.