My brother Spice-J came to town for a gig at Elevate Hair last weekend and we ate so many snacks and drank so many dranks and I miss his stupid perfect face already. How is it possible that we are cuter in 2018 than we were in 2010?
Let’s all watch a professional at work.
Album cover, goth party edition
I chose to spend the last few hours of my birthday last night with my Mags & my Spice-J, watching pretty ladies get naked at Kitty Nights and getting fancy in the VIP section at Le Poisson Rouge, where Tiffany was hosting Oh! You Pretty Things. We killed a bottle of Jameson, ran into Brentalfloss and Cherry la Voix, and took a bunch of butt shots in the photobooth, so I feel like it was a total success.
Sampling Brooklyn’s finest hot chicken with my brother and my Mags (at Peaches Hothouse)
My Extremely Spooky Birthday Party last night was, dare I say it, a smashing success. I hope you’re ready to see a lot of photos of my friends in black eyeliner, because they’re a-coming.
Highlights included a giant butt birthday cake, lapdances from some of my fanciest friends, and Spice-J coming all the way from Nashville to surprise me. (When I opened the door and saw him there, I screamed and screamed.)
More Nashville adventures: Spice-J took me and Mags to Electric Hand on Saturday to get some fresh tattoos. Mags and I both got Sailor Jerry anchors (hers is pictured; mine is the same but greyscale) while Spice-J got my snake on his calf. Frienz forever!
I have returned from my sensual Nashville adventure, and I think before I show you anything else you need to meet Ringo the kitty and Sherlock the schnauzer, who were two of my roommates for the weekend. Pretty much any time I sat down anywhere, I would immediately have a lap full of animals, and it was kind of the best.
If you have ever wondered what my faux-brother would look like as a cop, it is ABSOLUTELY IMPERATIVE that you watch this video immediately.
Here are two of my favorite boys! They are both really excellent at cuddling and being famous.
Here are two more photos from last night in which nobody is even a little bit drunk. Not at all.
Twoo wuv!
I think it’s time to bask in the glory of this video again. Also, the socks.
Spice-J filled my house with beds. There are so many beds.
Spice-J is one klassy motherfucker, I tell you what.