i dare you to call boris karloff a cocksucker
hello friends. how are your hearts? mine is full of love for you, chocolate chip pancakes, and zac efron.
when last we spoke, my darlings, i was filling your receptive brains with my brilliant commentary on the cinematic masterpiece known as twilight. but did you know that, since then, so much has happened? it's true! in those few short weeks, i managed to find a new apartment in san francisco (which i will be moving into in but 10 glorious days), quit my shitty, thankless, vomit-inducing job at the hotel, kiss several boys who were not worth it (and a couple who maybe kinda were), come out to a rooftop full of strangers, go back in when i realized i like peter bogdonovich too much, met martin landau, swallowed my lip ring whilst inhaling a chipotle burrito (WORTH IT) and, perhaps most importantly, began the transfer of my creepy celebrity love from colin farrell to robert pattinson.
i am an asset to the human race.
IN OTHER NEWS, after three years of debate, i have finally decided that this bitch
is going to be permanently inked on my body. any of you kids in southern or northern california have any recommendations as to tattoo parlors or artists who would be good for that sort of work? the tattoos i have already are all super simple, and i think part of their charm is that they're a little imperfect. this would be my first (and probably only) relatively elaborate piece and i want it to be good, so i want to make sure i find someone who knows what they're doing.
i must be off, so i will leave you to digest all of this fascinating information. goodbye journal friends!
when last we spoke, my darlings, i was filling your receptive brains with my brilliant commentary on the cinematic masterpiece known as twilight. but did you know that, since then, so much has happened? it's true! in those few short weeks, i managed to find a new apartment in san francisco (which i will be moving into in but 10 glorious days), quit my shitty, thankless, vomit-inducing job at the hotel, kiss several boys who were not worth it (and a couple who maybe kinda were), come out to a rooftop full of strangers, go back in when i realized i like peter bogdonovich too much, met martin landau, swallowed my lip ring whilst inhaling a chipotle burrito (WORTH IT) and, perhaps most importantly, began the transfer of my creepy celebrity love from colin farrell to robert pattinson.
i am an asset to the human race.
IN OTHER NEWS, after three years of debate, i have finally decided that this bitch
is going to be permanently inked on my body. any of you kids in southern or northern california have any recommendations as to tattoo parlors or artists who would be good for that sort of work? the tattoos i have already are all super simple, and i think part of their charm is that they're a little imperfect. this would be my first (and probably only) relatively elaborate piece and i want it to be good, so i want to make sure i find someone who knows what they're doing.
i must be off, so i will leave you to digest all of this fascinating information. goodbye journal friends!