scheming, schooling, Autumn loving, apartment moving, musing, hyphenating, dream catching, brow raising, black listing etc...
In an attempt to save money, some of us have restricted ourselves to happy hour. Some have resorted to buying handles at the local KGB and documenting the antics that follow.Not wanting to choose sides and risk more civil unrest I happily participate in both methods. You may find our videos here and here. (Feel free to blame our misguided statements, acts of violence, and poor free-styling on alcohol consumption.)
Otherwise, you know where to find me between 6 and 8pm.
Recently, I've stumbled into a "Beyonce-booty-dance-off" with a friend (whose sole purpose in creating such a spectacle was surely to mock my lack of feminine attributes.. fortunately, strategically placed socks and towels give me the edge I need.) It is quite cathartic, really, as both Beyonce and her musical genre have generally caused a me great deal of nausea and frustration. But I suffer at the hands of a simmering, impotent rage no longer! Hooray for dance-offs!
More videos as they come.
