Last night Cherrybaum and I were beautiful underworld creatures checking out Chicagoartnerd’s cool shit at the Double Door.
Question:
A nice pair of leather boots, handwarmers, a hard drive filled with pictures of boys crying, a pint of Kopp's baileys custard (in a cooler), and a Hitachi. (You don't have anon on. Whatever.)
Asked by cherrybaum
Answer:
Fuck yeah! This is how I show up:
Anon is back on now.
At the Tate Modern today I saw a book of illustrations by Ernst Haeckel and I am now slightly regretting not buying it.
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Bruise from a snowboarding accident that involved a collarbone broken in two places and a dislocated shoulder.
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AWW YEAH GUESS WHOSE BIRTHDAY IT TECHNICALLY STILL IS! IT’S CHERRYBAUM! FUCK YEAH BFF BEST LADY FOR FUCKING EVER! SHE’S THE COOLEST!
Cherrybaum and I are hot shit and don’t you even deny it.
