We are Lost.

So here I am, finally, after a long-long-long hiatus from this blog. I think we all took a hiatus from each other, and I think I know why. We’re all waiting for the perfect moment.

The perfect moment is all that we want. We all want to be together at the right moment/time/space, which fucks us up the ass everytime someone suggests to go out, because every single time there for sure is someone that thinks that it is not perfect enough, that we won’t have those memories that we had over at the abandoned school, at the times we would go to architecture park, or to a party or show, feeling and being careless, intoxicated, and knowing that something will happen.

Is it the winter weather that stops us from wanting all those things? Maybe.

So do you think that summer is the perfect time? It sure is, ‘coz  it’s the time where all we have is each other, and nothing else to care for. Because when we are together, everything is gonna be okay….but what happens if summer never comes? Imagine if summer was completely and utterly erased from the world. Would we be stuck in this timeframe of being lonely, cold, and hungry for fun? Would we? Would we???

Does this mean that all of our memories are trapped in the past? All the times we went to pre-drink in some alley, or some un-expected garage, or parking lot, or even the infamous pharamaprix. All the times we arrived un-invited to a party and created massive chaos to finally end up with the best stories to tell our grandchildren. All the times we opened our arms to new people, to the sketchiest drug dealers, and stealers. The times our best friends got arrested, the times we mistook underwear for a scarf. The times we got caught AND the times we didn’t. The times we hooked up with each other, the times we talked behind each other’s backs. The times we made up, the times we didn’t. All the good times where no-one cared about ANYTHING but each other.

Is it all lost? Or are we just lost in our own world right now? Are we really growing up? Or are we just drifting apart? Am I just being all shivsy and stupid? You be the judge.

[to be continued]

Role Call, Recalled

 

This is Sarah.

She imposes her will through an unstoppable torrent of repetition causing you to bleed from your eyes and adopt a new vocabulary. She has a preference for a beverage known as the “Big 10” and is likely to be spotted collapsing after enjoying it. She likes chunky peanut butter on bagels more than anyone you will ever meet and can’t be talked into doing things she doesn’t want to do. Don’t try it.

 

 

This is Naccs.

Her story telling techniques are unrivalled but might leave you questioning her sanity. Not to worry, she is stable despite her hunger for all things graffiti and ghetto. She likes to rap, paint and be pulled by her hair. When asked to hit her, don’t. You’ll likely chip one of the few teeth that are not already damaged from drug induced fighting.

 

This is Melissa.

This little phoenix has finally exploded out from those pesky proverbial ashes and is now more dangerous than ever. Please don’t cross her, we’re exhausted from keeping up with her body count. She likes to get tipsy, smoke Peach Cigarillos, and dramatize on the inescapable stupidity of the human race. But she’s totally a sweetheart, I swear.

 

This is Cynthia.

Be warned, playing certain melodies in her presence will result in screams and frantic removal of clothing. Do not despair. As wild as she might appear, she is gentle in spirit and can be coaxed into calmness. Oh, and she can make the clichéd potato sack look like a vintage YSL.

 

This is Stephanie.

A redheaded videogame freak, she will lull you into a false sense of security and then ensnare you into her giant web of good times and happiness. While she is conscious and in an altered state, expect to see her move and gyrate in ways most are incapable of. She will cause your head to explode when she demands, “Is this trippy?”

 

Oh and this is me, Jaydu.

I’m a little higher than most on the melodramatics. I might not have a body count but I do have a count of bodies that I pretend don’t exist. I’m less action, more inescapable traps of harmful thought processes and unpredictable mood swings. But you won’t notice. I exist solely for bottles of white wine and good company, I enjoy doing naughty things to naughty people and I pretty much forget everything. Oh and I really like to bite, sorry.

*UPDATES*

We’ve cleaned up our member list and we have some very exciting new additions. There’s nothing grander than expansion, huh?

This is Letourneau.

She’s a sassy little frassy equipped with unnaturally long limbs and delightfully uneven hips that give her a dominatrix like stance. This princess’s calling is to keep you safe and you can depend on her to break out some controversial raps while intoxicated. 

 

This is Kassandra

A total darling yet hardcore competitor, she’s got it all in control. Her presence guarantees a good time and an infamous mind boggling display of drunken cheerleading stunts. Honestly, anyone who can hold up some gyal and launch her into the air while barely being able to walk a straight line is a hero in my books.

We Love You Matty

Well, it’s our favorite ple boy’s birthday today and unless you already know him, it’s hard to explain how amazing he really is. (We would totally list all his qualities, which I know for a fact he would appreciate, but we don’t really have that kind of time….the list is long, TRUST.)

We would just like to take a minute to say that we love you Matty. You’re completely irreplaceable and we wish you all ze best on your special day.

Massive love,

Jaydu&Plecrew