Also, this:

A criticism directed at my friends and family.

Comment on my damn blog, fuckers! [to the 'family' portion of that tirade, I intend fuckers in only the most loving and respectful fashion...] I moved it here from diaryland specifically because of the comment option, and with identifiably infrequent exceptions my mother is the only participant in this pseudo-dialogue. If I wanted a private journal I’d write on paper, so come on, say hello.

To soften the blow of my profanity, here are some funny pictures from more and less recently.

Mud Festival pictures!

This is maybe a “Why the hell am I not muddy?” face.

Surrounded by mountains of meat on sticks. Side-note, this is what night pictures look like on a disposable camera.

Made odd Korean school-girl friends on the train ride home. They made me listen to something on their ipod, which was greatly appreciated, as Trish had stolen mine and was screaming at a fair approximation of the top of her lungs about how young people just don’t understand Major Tom.

And going way back in time, pictures from the Pig Roast!

It would be beyond me to explain what I’m doing here. Lecturing someone, probably, but what it looks like is “Nuh uhhh, girlfriend.”

Buses are more fun on the soju.

That’s all, now I’m off to Itaewon.