I hate being allergic to cats.
I hate being allergic to anything, really.
I'm actually losing my voice, the reaction is so bad.
Screw cats.
And screw my freakin' job.

Dear women of the world,
I would like to hang out with one of you if:
1) You don't hide the fact that you have a boyfriend from me.
2) You return my phonecalls.
3) ...well, that's just about it.

I keep looking at you and wondering if you really are out of reach.
I keep wondering if I should give this everything that I have inside of me, or should I just give up like I do with just about everything else.
Can we make this work?

I've found that enjoying a fine glass of Port can be much better than getting balls-out drunk with a large group of people that I don't know. Although, doing one after the other is totally awesome. So, if anyone ever wants to go out and enjoy a glass of something special, you know where to find me.

The fees have been paid.
And soon, I will register for my first classes in art school.
Then its off to dream some more, but no longer of the coast.
Just good art and pretty girls.

Somtimes I feel really uncool ( Read more... )

Raise your hand if you got your hand shut in a car door while completely drunk at an eastside party last night...

...

Anyone?

Well, I know I did.

Nice.
Yesterday, my friend Christmas and I finally started work on what will soon be known as Blue Heart Photography. That's right, the website is now under construction. I'll let you know when its up.

Thomas Ira Landerman's Aliases

Your movie star name: Cheese Robert

Your fashion designer name is Thomas Venice

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The coolest, most incredible thing has happened:
 I didn't fall in love(with a person).
I didn't meet someone new.
No my friends,

I got accepted to the Academy of Art University in San Fransisco!!

Thats right, everyone. Come fall, I will be living as I've dreamed for many years: poor and lonely, but in art school.

I miss my brothers and sisters.