On Saturday, Kendra, Cyndy and I went to Coney Island to see the Girlie Freakshow- part sideshow, part burlesque show. Thankfully I was drunk when we got there, because I was picked to go on stage and smash glass bottles with a mallet so that Serpentina could walk on glass. I was a little too thorough, though, because when she was finished and asked the audience to make sure she had no glass on the bottoms of her feet, they responded with a pained "UMMMMM." Then, Cyndy got to stand on a woman's stomach while she lay on a bed of nails, and Kendra got to tie the bearded lady into a straightjacket. I wish I had pictures, but there's no photography allowed inside. I did, however, capture my hotdog mermaid entrance stamp for you:
Raj and I are going to see Nas and Damian Marley this Saturday. How gangster are we? PS I have been wearing the same dress for 4 days!

-Karen

Every person who I have similar interests with concerning TV (5 solid people in my life- THAT IS A LOT OF PEOPLE, considering that I am REALLY not a television or movie person, at ALL) have said "oh yes, X series is great, but the Wire has to be the number one most brilliant series I've ever seen. You will love it. It's amazing."
So I trust them and, back from Maine, after listening to a real great sermon on just how good the Wire is, I go online to watch.
And I watch 20 minutes and say "ew this is horrible, let's revisit tomorrow"
and over the next week I watch 5-10 minutes a day of this same first episode until finally today I watched the second and third episode of the series.

What the hell this show is so goddamn boring. I keep watching and watching and not understanding why these wonderful, good-taste-having people are WRONG. Does it get good in the later seasons? What is going on? Horrible, man.

Also, this is a view from the LONGEST 10-mile hike I've ever done. It was spectacular, through and through.
-Camille

I was hoping your last post would include a picture of you and/or Cyndi in underwear. Drilling, pounding nails, etc.



You have an amazing body. It could happen.

-Camille

My summer of love, unemployment, and being Tim the tool man Taylor. Cyndy and I have been doing some pretty intense home renovations by ourselves. She put together an entire bed frame by herself, and I painted my kitchen. We also switched couches and took the doors off their hinges, which led to my next business idea: girls in underwear with power tools.
-Karen

On my birthday, I made dirt pie.
It was the best night.

There was a ping-pong party here:
and then there was skinny-dipping, hugs and kisses with everybody, and, lastly, there was me bagging myself a sweet new boyfriend.
He makes me pee in my pants laughing every minute of the day and I wish I could just lie with him every second. He is wonderful and kind and last night he gave me a wedgie. NOT typically a way to my heart, but in this case, I be swoonin'.

I also just got back from a trip to Maine. More of that later!

-Camille