024: the glock i hold will blow your ass away

Went for a quiet dinner with my parents. I don't have any witty anecdotes to serve up with this. Let's just say that whenever a restaurant dims the lights for mood, I get really bummed because it means shit pictures like these here.

Crab cakes with portobello, brie, salad and shit.


Lamb with a bunch of fancy vegs.


Linguine with a bunch of seafood and rose sauce. The windfall of cheese is covering the gargantuan shrimp. Really, I've almost never seen shrimps that big! (that's what she said)


A salmon encrusted with something and some really nom-able taters.


And is there anything as depressing as going to your parents house and seeing your former room mid-destruction? They ripped up the old floor, are about to prime over the gothy walls and will probably even repaint the radiator (why I sprayed bits of it blue and green, only art school knows).


Bummer.