You might remember (likely not), the old birthday tradition of bravely charging resolutions to the new year, taking all of the pressure off January and plopping it right onto October. You might remember (likely not), that the year before was We’ll See, and the most recent was Shut Up and Go; each so highly prophetic and eerily realized as to ( Read more... )

buy me some canvas
or
fix my sewing machine

i need something to do with my hands other than give the finger.


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1. get a job
2. keep that job
3. lose at least 9 more lbs.
4. get drunk by myself.
5. finish any of the books i've started.
6. clean out my fucking car.
7. start working on thigh peice.
8. draw something worth showing off.
9. force logan to marry me.

if i don't have at least 8/9 done by the new year,
somebody shoot me.


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nothing has ever hurt so badly in my entire life.

god damn

i need to get drunk
and stay that way until next year.

i don't think anyone is ever going to really get me.

that sucks.

edit: i think big foot might.

something just bit me

fuck!

i forgot how time consuming coloring is.
then i looked up and it was 4am.

more than anything in the whole world,
i could really use a pat on the back.

when your car won't stop breaking down and the little money you have quickly escapes your fingers, what else is there to do but watch one of the worst movies you've ever seen and then get drunk by yourself?

here's to rosehaven: white zinfandel signaturemy last six dollars well spent ( Read more... )

she had sent me some videos of sigur ròs, promising it would make me cry. i hadn’t thought it would, and it didn’t, until that one shot of the overarching sea. dearly wanting Iceland flared the old fire of dearly wanting anywhere, and as we talked, out came the truth like we were fessing up to secrets: a shared relentless restlessness to take on ( Read more... )