dinners at Mel's can get pretty rowdy. it's a household of sarcastic dykes and very good food. we were blog hopping some pretty interesting characters. total fucking riot.

this morning will be Calvin's first day at work. my brother's joining the crew next week, and the manager just called me up and i get on at eight tonight. three days ago we all ( Read more... )

it usually takes a push of some sort to make me go off about something. if i get lucky i might feel like drawing, which only serves to make me feel much worse. i can't draw to save my life.

chocked full of good stuff lined up in the coming weeks, and i should be documenting with pictures so i don't have to write so much. then again, who's interested ( Read more... )

so, inspire me.

we fight about the water being too hot, playfully of course. i figured every shower time you wanted to be poached like a live lobster and you will laugh at me, not understanding how i prefer the pipes not to steam. you hate wearing clothes, and prance around shaking your butt at my terrified dogs. 
you ought to know that they are perhaps the only ( Read more... )

It’s only a paper moon ( Read more... )

where did i go wrong
i lost a friend
somewhere along in the bitterness

and i would have stayed up with you all night,
had i known how to save a life.

i get ridicously terrified everytime someone offers me a job i know i would actually take seriously. that guy's very thick irish accent made it worse. i could barely understand a thing. now i don't know if he even called me to offer me the job or not ( Read more... )

my school computers. the LAN system is still being operated by little terrapins carrying information on their shells and scuttling through the internal network and drainpipes.

my group beat the whole class to Dali for our presentation.

BITE ME!!!! HAHAHAAA!!!!!!

i love going over to my grandma's. i love her fat dog and her worldly-wise advice. i love her cooking. everything i love i love because love began with her in my heart. i stop hating because hating takes up space for more loving.

love.

i'm chock-a-box full of it.

for this festive season i am the king of mistakes. this day shouldn't be different from any other day, and yet it's a fault not to take into account its importance. fuck christmas. fuck wrecked sorry hearts and everything in between. fuck birthdays. fuck your over estimation of your self worth.

fuck you.