a new phone with a camera is overwhelming all of my senses/sensibilities. i'm slightly longing for the days of my chrome/sepia shithouse 9 pounder.

oh my god. thanks to my job i can't stop thinking about cancer, or beryllium disease. I'M PRETTY SURE I'M DYING. PRETTY SURE.

i wanted to get these sickass babyphat hoops but instead my mom gave me really boss hoops that are kind of restretching my ears. that's pretty much the only news other than the year uhh 5766 which dominated my fucking week. that and work. working overtime/through lunch and never getting paid for it since i'm salaried. bitch bitch bitch. ( Read more... )

With his sword placed in front of him and sometimes seated on special cloths, the warrior would prepare for death by writing a death poem. With his selected attendant (kaishakunin, his second) standing by, he would open his kimono, take up his wakizashi (short sword) or a tanto (knife) and plunge it into his abdomen, making first a left-to-right ( Read more... )

OH COME ON 2005 JUST ONE FUCKING BREAK, PLEASE!!!

total bloodbeast: DUDE ( Read more... )

i'm writing from work because the bosslady went to ohio for spring break ( Read more... )

dudes & dudettes ( Read more... )

this has been the fucking craziest summer for everyone, and like i mean that deadfuckingseriously. everyone knows what i mean. WHAT IS GOING ON. i have a job now. i started today and it's just weird being back into 9-5. i'm driving around my dad's car which i'm parking 1/2 mile from my apt. just so i don't have to parallel park it ( Read more... )

i hit a car > that car hit a car > the lady in that car yelled "GET OUT OF THE CAR GIRLY!!" and my car looks like a crooked piece of shit. its a few thousand dollars worth of damage says WAYNE in middle village queens. so im kinda stuck here until my car can be fixed and i don't know when that will be. maybe monday.