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Cheyenne, a 22 year old kid from the Pacific Northbest, currently lovin life as a Santa Barbara transplant.
I like nature, sick jams, sweet treats, and good times. Oh yeah, and whiskey sours. Be excellent to eachother. enjoy LAST.FM FACEBOOK FLICKR TWITTER I finally got hip with the times: instagram = swellfromhell music blog dealio---> SICK JAMS My photos/art/thoughts---> SEA||SUN |
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a “fancy” birthday party and pals
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BEEN A WHILE. found a disposable camera in my car that i had forgotten about from last year. also finally got some summer fishy photos developed. will hopefully be giving more photo updates in the near future as i’m finally figuring my shit out!
until then here are some real mediocre uninteresting (but interesting to me) shit
TYPICAL IV.
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can’t complain. also can’t resist the ocean. went for a little swim today. fall here is pretty RAD
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Notessometimes i purposely get lost and it rules. it’s really great that i have been able to be in some real beautiful places. i find a lot of comfort in being alone and nature is so cleansing. straight up hippie shit, WHAT YA GONNA DO ABOUT IT.
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NotesFUELED BY THE SUN. can’t complain, even after a totally bogus night.
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NotesIsla Vista in a nutshell?
(Source: Flickr / lark2o)
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she always ends her messages to me with “hugs from Norway” and that just sounds like the warmest thing ever
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my beautiful Norwegian friends!
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CHEEEERS!
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The Dane and Sharon getting ready for a legendary BBQ that I can’t actually remember
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the viking
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brunch with the roomies on a nice spring day
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Notes stories from California, part 1One morning I was looking for my comb all over, and then sometime mid-day when I had forgotten about it I decided to go check up on Pico (our house rabbit) only to find my comb in her bag of food, filled with hair.
My first reaction was to ask my Norwegian roommate if this was his drunken fuckery because he was drunk the previous night and he loved the shit out of that rabbit. Naturally, as in most college-town cases, he did not remember what the hell he had been doing that night. But, we just left it at that anyways.
Half of what makes me laugh so hard is that my fucking comb was in a bag of rabbit food with rabbit hair on it, and the other half is just the image in my mind of my Norwegian roomie drunkenly combing our (very fluffy) rabbit.
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the master of the hoooooook
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a coupla Norwegians and the roomie at Gio’s, where one can bro-down without judgement
and drink too much beer
HAPPY HOUR YALL
