bronchitis suuuuuucks!

inertia inertia inertia inertia inertia inertia inertia inertia inertia inertia

somebody snap me out of this

ride bikes every day and get smiled at by other people on bikes, every day.

Natasha: "HI MOM, I GOT GLASSES ( Read more... )

The magnetic poetry on my fridge says "ask me about my enormous enormous moist cold hairy friend's diamond nipples." Just thought I'd share.

I'll miss my past forever.

And I feel bad for all the new people that may attempt to get to know me. They have some big fucking shoes to fill.

Alanis Morissette irony. I HAS IT.

Last week, I co-wrote a short film with my friend Heather. This is it.

You can watch this video on www.livejournal.com

Une Histoire de L'enfant Pour le Confort from Heather Daniels on Vimeo.

The writer that I was editing for died in his sleep last night.

This is beyond fucked up, I don't even know what to say.

At some point this summer, I went to the beach with Anthony and Skippy, and we sat down on the sand on this big towel. The weather was really nice, not too hot and not too windy either, and I decided to lie down on the sand and relax a bit. I wasn't wearing a bathing suit, just a pair of shorts and a white t-shirt. So a few minutes pass, and I'm ( Read more... )