In my so called life

Random bloggings, doodles, pictures, and critiques of things
I like, enjoy, and relate to my life in some way.

Drunken conversations.

  • Darya: If I were a type of cheese I'd be string cheese because it is string and it tastes really good.
  • What type of cheese would you be?
  • Jason: Uhm, I think I would be Swiss cheese.
  • Darya: Oh, I'd be string cheese. Solange, what type of cheese would you be?
  • Solange: I would probably be provolone cheese cause it is Italian.
  • Darya: Oh, haha, I would be string cheese. Kristin, what type of cheese would you be if you could be any cheese?
  • Kristin: Uh, I'll get back to you on that.
  • Darya: Ok!
Mr. Stone Man and I.
So I tipped him $1, and he proceeded to give me his business card. Then he took my hand and wanted to spin me around but… I didn’t want to so I just had my arm move in a circle. After my picture was taken I tried to go but he still held onto my head. Stone Man then bends backwards and asks for a kiss on each side of his cheeck. Then he asks for one on his lips, and skdjfhskdjhfkdsj no way. I walked away and the crowd around us began to go “REJECTED” “BOO” “OH COME ON!!!!” .
It was embarassing. And that is my little short story for this picture.

Mr. Stone Man and I.

So I tipped him $1, and he proceeded to give me his business card. Then he took my hand and wanted to spin me around but… I didn’t want to so I just had my arm move in a circle. After my picture was taken I tried to go but he still held onto my head. Stone Man then bends backwards and asks for a kiss on each side of his cheeck. Then he asks for one on his lips, and skdjfhskdjhfkdsj no way. I walked away and the crowd around us began to go “REJECTED” “BOO” “OH COME ON!!!!” .

It was embarassing. And that is my little short story for this picture.

A bit of vegas..

We accept the love we think we deserve.
— Postsecret