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HAPPPY BIRTHDAY!

we did it baby! knottwood.blogspot.com's first birthday. you came straight from my loins 1 year ago, and i have nurtured you into a tantalizing quick read. i'm so proud of you baby :)

fresh, fly...& artistic? shit

maan, i'm being overwhelmed w/ new emotions towards my taste of bars/clubs. i've been knockin country/techno clubs for as long as i can remember...but u know what? that shit is HELLA fun! last night i checked out halo for the first time w/ abuan & lang. braa, i danced my fucking heart out - i expressed myself on that dancefloor through interpretive-dance like my life depended on it, haha.

i was also able to develop my photos last night from the fisheye camera poca got me for christmas. click the pic to check out my vast gallery of the photos (5 of them).

i paid $25 for this shit?

"fuck that, let's watch 27 dresses" is what i should of said. instead of, "what day is it today? 1 18 000h fucking 8, cloverfield baby! two tickets please"

i'm just being mean, the movie was "alright", but fuck braa - they hyped that movie SOOO much & i don't feel it lived up to it. but i guess i got a deal out of it, not only did i buy tickets for cloverfield BUT i also got to experience what it would be like to be on a rollercoaster for a good hour and half. this movie ain't for the weak stomached, i thought i was gon' upchuck all over the people in the row below. @ times i actually had to look @ the floor to regain...balance? not too sure if that's the right choice of word. as for the monster, it was pretty dope i guess - it was like a really big dinosaur w/ an underbite & testical-like-breathing-apparatus' for ears.

but whoaa, the character beth totally had "dick taking abilities" - seth, superbad.

overall great fucking movie...huh? haha

eeek

HAPPY NEW YEEAR!

i know it's a little bit overdue, but i'm still in the festive mood of ringing in the new year (or maybe because i have finally gotten over my hangover). i still have vague recollections of dec.31; however, skimming through the photos via facebook has jogged flashbacks haha. i woke up in the morning wearing the clothes from the previous night, along w/ my shoes and jacket....covered in what seems to be a fusion between 2 rows of ferrero rocher & 10+ jager bombs. i quickly checked my pockets for the essentials to see if they were intact: wallet? check. phone? fuck. batteries? what the fuck? (SIDENOTE: sorry tim, i can only assume these are yours - i owe you 4 double A's)

i don't even really mean to drink as much as i did (which probably wasn't as much as i think, pusssy) & i rarely do drink, but when i do? i quote jamie foxx, "i make it do what it do baby". (which again, probably isn't that much)

i think i've come a while's way since my first new years drinking experience: grade 8, i shared a smirnoff ice. i was trippin balls



&& this was my face for the most portion of the night - me x belinda