::myundyinghate::: work.

work work work. full-time. freelance. gdp album layout has been consuming my life, not to mention i need to get a website up and running for my ex-fiancee. we broke up because she is a pittsburgh steelers fan so i told her to go blow it out of her ass. then i pushed her off a ledge and broke her wrist and she didn't even see me do it. thank you come again. anyway friday was a mess as per usual. i found the case for my old digital camera, which is now dan's digital camera. he was proud to wear it on his belt.

tracey got back.

tracey so sad.

my loves.

saturday, we attended the fine gourmet bbq of princess leia, who by the way, is a fancy shmancy chef at one of bobby flay's restaurants in the city. sadly, she will be moving in a few short months to be the executive chef at bobby's new restaurant that's opening in mohegan sun. needless to say the food was amazing. asian short ribs. ridiculous sides. gigantic tuna steaks. massive sausage and pepper sangwiches on fresh baked bread. and a keg of beer.

michelle loved the meat.

there were pooches.

main bitches.

master chef.

creep in the bush.

group shotzzz

reflection.

so jersey.

this is what happens when you give a girl your camera:

blur.

i had to cut the bbq short because i was bartending at dingos. it was slighty slow at first, but it eventually got to a point where i didn't even have time to think. i had full intentions of taking some pics, but the only one i managed to get was this one. and boy it's a gem.

after this flick, rich went to the bathroom and washed his shirt in the sink and then proceeded to try his luck with three girls who quickly left the bar, as per usual when he talks to chicks.