I don't like my LJ font. I don't think it represents me.

And I know I was born, I was born

When I slipped out of my mother's womb

And I know it was warm, it was warm

Cause I slipped out on a hot afternoon

This day is a hell hole. Everything about it is just fucking sour. My day started off with my first class. There's no seats so I sit in the front row, and this girl walks over and sits next to me and starts talking to me. I thought she had me mistaken for someone else, or I thought I was on the show Boiling Points. She kept saying the most annoying ( Read more... )

So I'm going back into the goddamn hat business again. And purses too. If you're interested, do contact my PR, Mr. Miguel B. Juarez aka bigmikelush. Or what the fuck just leave me a comment.

This is sorta like the dragon puppet entry, but not really, so I guess its sorta, but not really. Okay, so have you ever caught yourself sitting on the couch and then you start to space out. You pick up your right arm and look at it, inspect it, and say to yourself (either aloud or in your fucked up little head), "This is not who I'm supposed to be ( Read more... )

The sound of my washing machine is a B flat major chord. What if we put 100 washers on stage at Carnegie? They could make melodies. God, that's such a goddamn good idea.

I put on this burgundy jacket that my mom had gave me for Christmas. My head was throbbing with pain and my throat felt like a boulder from Indiana Jones was trying to roll down it, but got stuck. I was pacing around my house like a crackhead on Hollywood Boulevard. My hands were shaking as I reached for the cold knob of the backdoor. I twisted it ( Read more... )

So I've never finished my Roswell entry. I was reminded of it by tonight. Some Hispanic future thug and his other five year old friends were shooting off fireworks in the street just now. It reminded me of when Anthony and I bought $50 worth of fireworks underneath a white tent from a white trash family that was sharing a pizza. We set the ( Read more... )

As the plane was going down I felt like such a hypocrite. Everyone was praying to God. I had no one to pray to. I mean I've never talked to God previously, and I'd feel like a goon if I decided to talk to Him after all these years, and ask Him to either keep me alive or let me through his golden gates. I decided to pray after two seconds of ( Read more... )

I went to a Mormon church today with Shannon. Let me tell you, if given the opportunity, I would have rather dug up my great grandma's corpse and have sex with it wearing a seafoam strap-on. But I didn't have a shovel, and she was cremated anyways. So I skipped coffee this morning in attempt to get into my Mormon character, but that obviously didn' ( Read more... )