peace to the middle east and a bottle of hair grease ya'll.
r.i.p.
this is why i'm better than you.
2008 till 2010.
the joke is dead.
so basically
this will stand as an archive of sorts of my interests & crazy ass lame emotions from the year 2008 to now 2010. it is obvious that i do not care about it any more. i do believe that it is an important timeline for myself. if you look at it and get nothing or if you look at it and it gives you good vibes, great. i don't think that this news or change is going to effect anyones life, but i now the death of a blog is the lack of constant post. so this is not the death of this one per se, but a eulogy.
shit.
it's not that i forget about this thing or i dont care, but... some times it is exactly both of those things. funny though. when i didn't have anything cool going on in my life i posted on this fucker like nine times an hour, but now that i have legitimate shit going on that is really interesting i dont post anything. hmmmm. funny. life. irony. all those things.
collecting/ art
i'm almost at that point. andrew would be so proud! you dont need to have a shit load of zeros behind a number in your bank account.
"there's no such thing as bad taste. if your friends make fun of you, get new friends. never rely on anyones' eye but your own."
real talk from larry rinder
lately.
you have consumed my brain! who would've thought i'd end up with soooooo man of you little guys. and now the fear of how gigantor you'll grow is taking over! but i dont care! i'll love you forever my little plant babies! i will be there forever to whisper in your ears... or leaves!
changes. effect. me. way to much.
i like you right now. but my heart still is in love with you. the small choices that are big to me.
also massaging the brain tonight
hope. r.i.p. for now. sorry i never came to see you.
sadness to happiness.
always have hope.
even if it makes you feel lame.
sleepovers!
human bundles of comforters and pillows!
joy-ness.
my brain t-nite
metal folding chairs spray painted amazing colors!
plants!
pinatas!
tape recorder. everythings better when it's spoken. detective. twin peaks. life notes. verbal journal. verbal blogs.
rvca
soex
employee party. plan it!
exercise.
black t-shirts.
new pants.
sex.
beer stamps for work
golden gate park. take a walk. nature.
making shirts and bags.
setting goals.
boyfriends.
building shit. coffee table.
tombstones.
dancing.
drawing fliers n posters for bands. ask luke and?
tomorrow?
try harder. dogaroos.
shittles.
i need to get back it the habit of doing this. i've broken the only real rule of blogging. updates! updates! updates up the cooter!
this feeling.
of wanting to sabotage my life. to up root myself. to move to something new. to start clean. it excites me. makes me giddy. i squeal like a little girl. i want a change. i want to explore my life. live out my possibilities.
i must prioritize. i must plan. i must create structure. i've excepted that this year is going to not be a waste, but a time for building a better future. it's a positive thing. a plus.
there are things i would like to have. feeling i would like to live. moments i would like to experience.
i want my life back. but i want it at it's full potential.
signed,
me
i so sorry.
i've been dealing with my life. i'm back though. no more missing in action. i'm here everyday, all day, all the way, like totally sway! i'm totally telling you the truth. i'm back in the game, baby!
F-U MOMA!
WTF!WTF!WTF! ARE YOU KIDDING ME?! SERIOUSLY. WTF. $15. 15 BUCKS. CLAMS. DUCKETS. BILLS. CHIPS. 15 OF THEM? JUST TO GET INSIDE OF YOU? ARE YOU SERIOUS. YOU'RE JOSHING ME. YOU'RE TOTALLY KIDDING WITH MY BALLS RIGHT NOW. WTF.
it is now fifteen dollars to get into the moma. i hope you love art.
shit faces.
i thought...
this page could use some color after all the black and whiteness. go support Sarah Applebaum and receiver gallery. it looks like an amazing experience. i need to go. keep your ears unplugged for the artist talk. i skipped the Porous Walker one out of shyness and laziness. they had cookies! why'd i go and do that for. gosh.
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