I adore depression.
I've been in a horrible mood as of late. Excuse me.
Aaaand to the blog...
Might as well start a morose blog off with a croak... (..., ..., ...)
Along with the solemn being, I've been DAMN lazy. Sleeping pills one too many, movies a few too much.
As I submerge further into this world of blogging, I spend a lot of time browsing and digging into other people lives. One just happens to be Gavin Strange hailing from Jam Factory. His steeze is so clean and nice. Well anyways, I expressed my appreciation and the busy man himself took the time to send me some badges and cards. I really appreciate it, thanks again. UPDATE: in an email he said "gay-er than jesus" The man is solid.
The dreaded four letter word, W-O-R-K is killing me. I am so sick of these bottom of the barrel money scrapping jobs. I really can't wait until I figure out where I'll be in four years. Anyways, tomorrow is pay day which means only one and two thirds weeks left. Then I'm BAILING out, and finding something a little more... calm. I got sent home early today at 12:30 and instead of going to the skatepark (somewhere I haven't seen in over two weeks) I came home to clean.
I lined up all the pink/black/orange/red shoe boxes (swoosh) and not even half of the collection was touching the ceiling.
Speaking of work, the other day this lady was trying to 'donate' this fine oldie that I managed to grab off her hands for a mere three bills. Too bad film is pricey as of late... for being so broke.
My sister just got back from her two month excursion in Europe. She got me a bunch of text pieces/writings/fliers (stupid shit I love) along with these two jems that are genuinely odd to the native American (Indian?). (Yes, a 'man-only-candy' and a little cup of water (which Danny said 'let's drink this thing!' while we were heavily intoxicated... it stood the test of time.) )
The last post included the dearest friend, Danny, and that same person just went to Atlanta to finish his sleeve (all before he was eighteen mind you...crazy). Well anyways, my best friend is better than anyone else's best friend because on HIS birthday he got ME something I've been wanting for a quick minute.
The Hundreds, paisleys.
While I was picking and resizing the pictures I wanted to post, it really hit me about how many pictures I actually have. I think for the next week (time permitting) I'm going to have a randoms session and just pick 6-10 pictures for glancing freedom. I've got so many unseen pictures, something has to change.
I may be traveling through lulls, but the horrid heat is nearing towards an end and my favorite grey-slate-skied months are coming up. Not to mention I'll be turning TWENTY. WHAT THE FUCK.
Good-bye.
/////////////////\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\Playlist to my life lately:
Cat power - The Greatest
The Perceptionists - Black Dialogue
Raekwon - (Prelude) To Cuban Linx 2
Billy Bragg - Discog.
Smashing Pumpkins - Gish
/////////////////\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\
Aaaand to the blog...
Might as well start a morose blog off with a croak... (..., ..., ...)
Along with the solemn being, I've been DAMN lazy. Sleeping pills one too many, movies a few too much.
As I submerge further into this world of blogging, I spend a lot of time browsing and digging into other people lives. One just happens to be Gavin Strange hailing from Jam Factory. His steeze is so clean and nice. Well anyways, I expressed my appreciation and the busy man himself took the time to send me some badges and cards. I really appreciate it, thanks again. UPDATE: in an email he said "gay-er than jesus" The man is solid.
The dreaded four letter word, W-O-R-K is killing me. I am so sick of these bottom of the barrel money scrapping jobs. I really can't wait until I figure out where I'll be in four years. Anyways, tomorrow is pay day which means only one and two thirds weeks left. Then I'm BAILING out, and finding something a little more... calm. I got sent home early today at 12:30 and instead of going to the skatepark (somewhere I haven't seen in over two weeks) I came home to clean.
I lined up all the pink/black/orange/red shoe boxes (swoosh) and not even half of the collection was touching the ceiling.
Speaking of work, the other day this lady was trying to 'donate' this fine oldie that I managed to grab off her hands for a mere three bills. Too bad film is pricey as of late... for being so broke.
My sister just got back from her two month excursion in Europe. She got me a bunch of text pieces/writings/fliers (stupid shit I love) along with these two jems that are genuinely odd to the native American (Indian?). (Yes, a 'man-only-candy' and a little cup of water (which Danny said 'let's drink this thing!' while we were heavily intoxicated... it stood the test of time.) )
The last post included the dearest friend, Danny, and that same person just went to Atlanta to finish his sleeve (all before he was eighteen mind you...crazy). Well anyways, my best friend is better than anyone else's best friend because on HIS birthday he got ME something I've been wanting for a quick minute.
The Hundreds, paisleys.
While I was picking and resizing the pictures I wanted to post, it really hit me about how many pictures I actually have. I think for the next week (time permitting) I'm going to have a randoms session and just pick 6-10 pictures for glancing freedom. I've got so many unseen pictures, something has to change.
I may be traveling through lulls, but the horrid heat is nearing towards an end and my favorite grey-slate-skied months are coming up. Not to mention I'll be turning TWENTY. WHAT THE FUCK.
Good-bye.
/////////////////\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\Playlist to my life lately:
Cat power - The Greatest
The Perceptionists - Black Dialogue
Raekwon - (Prelude) To Cuban Linx 2
Billy Bragg - Discog.
Smashing Pumpkins - Gish
/////////////////\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\
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