January 2009
196 posts
Happy 2009! →
Happy 2009! Originally uploaded by crow_soup is on tour until 01/07/09
Hear the drummer(s) get wicked. The madness begins right outside of our front door - San…
getting ready to head out to el jardin, still coughing up my kidneys.
san miguel de allende is quainter than your hometown, and mine. holla. beeotch.
Happy New Year folks: http://tinyurl.com/9mg4ve
December 2008
110 posts
are international colds any more exotic than the domestic type?
in San Miguel de Alende…fuck yes!
wishing I could sleep, 3:30am wake up call tomorrow…Mexico on the horizon.
coming down with the first cold I’ve had in over 2 years…the day before we fly to Mexico. brilliant.
sitting quietly @ the future in-laws…2 more days until Mexico.
chilling in the burbs of Colorado…it’s a good life.
still at SFO. the bar is still closed. the hippy finally STFU tho.
ok, some fucking hippy decided it was a good time to play his guitar. 2 hour delay + hippy on guitar = crow_soup in hell
trapped in SFO…2 hour delay…and the bar is closed. yeah. closed. imagine the horror.
not looking forward to flying tonight. fuck.
packing for Colorado & Mexico in one fell swoop aint easy…
who's an asshole? →
this to this sums it up & proves it… Happy Holidays to you and all public nuisances like you Eric. Here’s hoping you have a happy, healthy and victimless New Year…
is getting paid to do nothing.
dog eye almost in remission but keeping them open is a task and a half.
having a full on dog eye attack…
quitting the gym until the new year. fuck it, let’s get fat y’all!
going home. perhaps I’ll pack early.
hello empty workplace.
has new books for our 11 days on the road. Denver sounds nice, but Mexico should beat it hands down.
hangover rates a solid 4 out of 10. not bad at all.
2 hours into braising short ribs. black bottom cheesecake cupcakes are cooling.
just home from seeing Milk @ the Castro…almost done crying.
listening to an era end.
listening to Dave’s last morning show and trying not to be sad.
con sarn it my elbows hurt.
the gym smells and this time is wasn’t me.
this is the day: http://tinyurl.com/yvmc5j you really had to be there.
going to the effing gym.
maybe tomorrow she'll let her hair down. →
refusing to start the day with anger.
listening to junior boys and resting my bruised elbows on my desk.
