Thanksgiving is depressing.

The lack of photographic documentation of all the fun I'm having at college is depressing.

My inability to create a zine, or a good stencil, or draw in general is depressing.

The papers looming over my head are depressing.

...But fuck it, I'm still well-adjusted ( Read more... )

Definites for the spring ( Read more... )

At 1:30 am a man wearing $600 jeans and claiming to be a music producer spit game at me outside the Dunkin Donuts. As it turns out, we share several things in common: we are both Geminis, smoke cigarettes, and love Buffalo '66. Sadly, our conversation was cut short when his 4'11" lady friend stuck her head out the door and seemed none too pleased ( Read more... )

Hipsters are the anti-Hip-Hop.

In the past 6 days I've worked (paid-work) a total of 24.5 hours.

I've also probably done less than 6 hours of school work.

This might become a problem.

rrrrrrrrrrrrrrruggggbbbbyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyy

Oh to be young, hungover, and stupid.

Oh to be young, drunk, and stupid.

Last night's party ( Read more... )

Cat, Sunny, and I are gettin' ready for the apartment inauguration celebration.

All I ask is that nobody pukes, nobody breaks anything, and nobody has sex on my bed.

Cross yer fingers for me.