good day

some people drunk-dial or drive drunk; i drunk-shopping-spree-online-at-4am. all the time.
whatever. i can't wait for my shoes to arrive.

totally failed at my recent apparel/crafting project with eric. my clothes are now crunchy and reek of low-quality paint thinner. this is what i get for being the least authentic person out there.

two days til its go time

robert e. lee by j.c. leyendecker. oh, my god.

its cold outside. smells like apples and burning paper. in a few months i wont be able to smell anything at all.

i should thank the lord for each and every day that i don't have to earn a living as a web or graphic designer; i will curse the day that i need to start. i am so scared about the economy. i am so scared that the government is taking over. they are going to fuck this up worse than we did. usa number one.

so

i just read this apocalyptic, sci-fi book (the postman, david brin) over the last couple of days and i think my life has changed. bring on the fantasy lit

also, this is fucking amazing:

obviously via rotten library

just testing some missiles

no big deal
LOL

i have a crush on

geoff mcfetridge. i saw the documentary Beautiful Losers earlier tonight, and i do have a crush on geoff mcfetridge (and his art). thanks for smiling!


also, its kind of, sort of, not really almost fall, so that means it's nearly time to bring back my alter-ego (maybe this is full-time me, but whatever) Layers Girl. but really it's just time to play dress up with my furs, flannels, and coats. you probably don't want to know what types of fur we are talking about so i will spare the details for those faint of heart...

school started up again, and i am back in action as full-time suck up. can't help it. it's my nature, no faking. it just works out really well for my academic success as a perk.

my evil twin on campus got a really great tattoo on the top of her foot. it looks really nice. very classic. i think it's a red and gold scepter or lantern. i had been thinking about the possibilities for such placement all week, and she goes and twins-out on me for the 1000000th time. fucking cunt.

missing some people more than others. it feels like checking in back down south is more of a chore than a conversation- no matter how inebriated i am. seems i can't get my shit together here in the city now; Everybody knows we'd be great. we know we'd be great, but we're nose-diving here. and i've run into someone i'm "Not Allowed to Hang Out With" several times now. getting ridiculous.

oh, and
death before edge.