Dear livejournal,

I often forget you exist and am amazed I remember the password to access you.

Don't know what type. Haven't slept in a while. The motorcycle is gone. It belongs to the french now. Those scum.

I actually don't have to work tomorrow.

And I'm ready to party.

But all my friends are out being lame (aka sober) while I'm stuck here with a 12 pack and no one to drink it with.

I'm tired of work school work school work school.

I thought college would be better.

Why are there cannibalistic redneck cyborgs in the desert?

It's the future.

Fuck.

I have a motorcycle.

Holy fuck.

Am I really that awesome?

Yes.

I think the thrill of it is making my nipples erect.

You always make me feel like an asshole.

So I'm eating your brownie.

I wish I could call you and tell you this but you're so unavailable that I'm just going to post a vague livejournal entry with no specific references to anyone in particular.

Suck it.

Have you ever seen killer whales hunt seal? They play with their food, kind of like cats. They toss it in the air and slap it around a little before they consume it.
Once I had a dream about a whale doing that exact same thing.

Except instead of a seal it was a person.

I have useless feelings for useless people.

Thank goodness for the art of thievery. Otherwise I might've had to spend time thinking rather than drawing.

Also fuck cheap paint and cheap canvas.

Knowing that my birthday is so close (and also happens to be on the same day Jesus did something involving chocolate bunnies) is slightly unnerving. Not because I'm turning twenty, but because I always try to plan something fun on my birthday and like clockwork it always goes horribly wrong ( Read more... )

Life sucks and I know I'm in for some hard times.

Dub sack ( Read more... )