Puff? Chop? Bong?

DigiMess of People

A party at Arlo's means a sweet blend of cheap red wines, your subsequent sweaty friends drunk on aforementioned red wines, and of course...hot bitches. I ran into John and MexiJesus from American Apparel and enjoyed several mishmashed sentences yelled into my ear. After John tried to start shit with some guys in silk muscle tees out front, Gina and I had the pleasure of escorting him to the Yaris. We're so lucky.

ReadyZine 2.5 just in time for "Posse on Brodway"

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Don't come here

I'm tired of hipsters talking about the death of the thrift store when they were the ones who shanked the shit out of it. When you could no longer find your precious, disintegrated vintage t-shirts you bastards all picked up and went to Urban Outfitters and bought new ones made to look old. Now we're paying $78 for a leather purse that comes already beat up and can be paired perfectly with this wolf scarf that was mass produced for every kid in Malibu. I don't want to see you at SavMor Thrift on First. I will kick your ass and the super bitchy ladies who work there will dissapoint you when they tell you they will not take your credit card filled with your parents money. Everything seems to be $1.19. The radio is on a Spanish station but the sale announcements are in English. I have walked out of here with purple rollerskates, turquoise mesh t-shirts, giant plastic ponies...and a great sense of relief knowing I won't see three girls at Avalon wearing the exact same thing as me and subsequently, giving me unintimidating art student hard looks.

Issue 2.0 out today!!

read-a-thon

rick or rickey?

Dj Oldboy won our last poll

You and that goddamn caramelized fig

Do you want to marry Josh? I want to marry Josh. Besides being generally adorable, everything he cooks kills me a little on the inside and I am left to think of how bomb it was for the next three days until I can't stand it anymore and I go back to the Crosby with this crazy look in my eye and then CJ says, 'oooooh have you tried this?'...and my life is ruined all over again. Is it going to be weird when I get 'Baguette of the Day' tattooed in Old English across my back?

Amor Prohibodo

I went on a date with a twenty year-old that I met at the Olive Garden. He took me to Broadway Billiards y Carambola and it was dope y rad. Not only did I encounter this gorgeous mural with some very big boobies, but I drank Chelada while I tried to decided between the four Selena songs I know on the jukebox. The sweet little bartender was the only saving grace from this child idiot rubbing my thigh, well that and the beer. Needless to say it was not a love connection but I am considering making myself a fixture here. I need to get my eyebrows tattooed first.

Use your iphone to find the dopest place on earth

I will never be cool because I am a transient with a shady past, but for the rest of you who can pass the credit check, congratulations on your iphone. Micah used his and brought us to the Santa Ana Dairy Queen. Perhaps he should have installed some sort of application that would have warned us that the gnar levels were about to reach new heights...Here we met Joel, who works the night shift at the DQ, along with about 600 other employees. Joel seems to pass his hours at the DQ performing some sort of activity that makes his eyes incredibly red and the stuff he says very, very funny. Joel told us that DQ was his second job, that he was considering a tattoo, but not about Dairy Queen because he is, 'not that serious about it.' Well that's good.