Thankfully there are no pictures of my n’ boyfriend on the couch in the back. i looked rough, despite my videogum t-shirt (which i thought would be one of many… wrong. nerd). Also, FYI, I was the chick during Max’s set with the Coldplay tattoo… damn white wine for whispering in my ear that it would be funny to say that out loud to a room full of people who are far cooler than I.

how did this happen? seriously, how did this get here?

Major props to my boyfriend for posting this on my facebook. It takes a team effort to make monster magic happen.

I now consider my unemployment to be worth it.

yay big top peewee.

thank god someone said something about those hearts. That was basically the point where he was subconsciously trying to warn us all that he is literally a serial murderer.