everything  is consistent calamity.

 i hope that i never fall off the face of this earth. even in 7 billion years when we explde, i want to be still buried and flying around in a mile stretch of earth which was hurled into space.

i enjoy drinking a glass of alcohol to  the barenaked ladies. 
why not?

i remember when you found out that you could change the names to the songs on the CD's you were always making me, and they would scroll across my CD player.
then you started to put titles like "i love ashley", or  "i really do". 
that was sweet. and those song titles are still in my itunes.

the more and more i look at it, the more and more i realize i am absolutely clinically insane. 
and my looks are very very decieving.

it's times like these when i am inspired to do art. 

today was my first day werrrkinggg at the GAP in manhattan ( Read more... )

i am fucking  insane and noone should even have to deal with me.
i've decided on multiple occasions that my most compatible friend would be a cup of ice.
that pays rent.

 last night we partied at NYU which was fun.
good people. cool times. 
colin, the hollister model, is a really fly kid.

40 hours of my life became a chronicle. 
After that said amount of time with no sleep and some of the most draining experiences of my life,
i had to walk to south ferry from 14th street. it was 32 degrees. it took an hour and a half. 
at one point i was in china town and have never felt like the only caucasian in the world. and i couldn't read any of ( Read more... )