Lord Byron's spirit befriended Billy, that was so great
I never paid much mind to "The Grim Adventures of Billy&Mandy" previously, but that episode came on tv while I was eating lunch and I got such a kick out of it. Lord Byron told Billy that "fear is the mind killer" and I was like OMG that passage is written on my wall! In that episode and the next one that came on, I saw a lot of stuff that could be pretty deep if one chose to consider it in certian ways. I love cartoons like that. Anyways,
The other night, the night that my car broke down and I brought the white bunny home, my dad got called to a shooting scene at 2am. I thought it was somebody calling here demanding that my car be towed out of the parking lot immediately, so I felt wicked bad that my dad had to go deal with that. Turns out that two guys my age were shot to death for no apparent reason. My dad doesn't talk about his detective work much, but sometimes I find shit like this out and it's creepy, sad, and fascinating all at the same time. This is his badge, #823.
I washed my car manually yesterday; everyone told me the grime was getting to be too much so I gave in.
This is just me being a goof. The red has mostly washed out of my hair. Sutpid Clairol, permanent my ass! I'm gonna color my hair again soon, when I decide on a color or colors. Oh, and plucking eyebrows is for chumps :P
Just thought the water looked neat
ditto
I spent several hours on a painting today, only to screw something up towards the end. I hate it when that happens. But I put too much effort into the work to just toss it away, so I colored over the mistake the best I could and hung the painting on my wall. Still looks nice, well, nice for my low skill level, in my opinion. Beauty in the dissonance.
The other night, the night that my car broke down and I brought the white bunny home, my dad got called to a shooting scene at 2am. I thought it was somebody calling here demanding that my car be towed out of the parking lot immediately, so I felt wicked bad that my dad had to go deal with that. Turns out that two guys my age were shot to death for no apparent reason. My dad doesn't talk about his detective work much, but sometimes I find shit like this out and it's creepy, sad, and fascinating all at the same time. This is his badge, #823.
I washed my car manually yesterday; everyone told me the grime was getting to be too much so I gave in.
This is just me being a goof. The red has mostly washed out of my hair. Sutpid Clairol, permanent my ass! I'm gonna color my hair again soon, when I decide on a color or colors. Oh, and plucking eyebrows is for chumps :P
Just thought the water looked neat
ditto
I spent several hours on a painting today, only to screw something up towards the end. I hate it when that happens. But I put too much effort into the work to just toss it away, so I colored over the mistake the best I could and hung the painting on my wall. Still looks nice, well, nice for my low skill level, in my opinion. Beauty in the dissonance.