I'm going to be a librarian.

My reasons:
1)  I don't ever really want to stop working at the/a library.
2) There are so many huge great amazing libraries out there I could work in.
3)  It's helping people find and utilize information, thus building brain power.
4)  I can go anywhere I want and always find a job.  Spain?  America?  South America?  Africa ( Read more... )

It's 2:58am and I swear to myself I will not go on myspace for the rest of the day. 
Early at 8:15am, my mom, pops, and I went to see Dr. Mitsunaga, the man who saved my leg.
My bloody open gash is healing up nicely so far, but it's still huge.  It resembles a vag, an abnormal one.
We took out the 11 stitches from my right foot, it hurt but I'm glad ( Read more... )

I call this part of my life, "mangled leg".
I am home now.  My surgeon doctor man let me go home because my infectious disease doctor said the hospital has too many staph germs that can get into my big gaping hole of raw flesh, and my physical & occupational therapist people said I rock on the crutches and wheelchair, so here I am.

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The last two days of Buenos Aires was a fucking blur because I was so fucked up as shit. 48 hours of drinking and smoking and eating and blacking out. My body hates me for sure, but oh what a beautiful thing it was to get high as the sun rose over the San Telmo barrio of Buenos Aires.

So I wanted a new facebook picture. I came across this one.


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I came across a pleasant surprise when I was looking for my crossword this morning.

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