Sep 11, 2007 16:01
bleach, cigarettes, and thinking I can't follow my dreams.
i'm letting my hair grow, so Lukas and I can have matching braids. My roots may only be an inch long but that's a world record for me. I don't want to sound like a scary man or die of emphysema when i'm fifty. And if people can make a living from selling outrageously priced crap, than I can make an even better one by selling totally awesome works of art!!
I spent all morning drawing. I'm gonna try my first t-shirt this weekend. If anyone has a decent camera and knows how to take pictures, I may need to enlist your services in a couple of weeks. My camera is done for. I need an indestructible child camera (for me...not my kids!)
My body is out of commission for the time being. But I have so much energy. It's driving me crazy. My poor friend, Lari is stuck working alone with all those crabby bitches. Poor little guy! He's starting to get snappy with them, though. I'm so proud. Sometimes it would be nice to have balls.... the only thing is... it's not the nerve that I lack, just the quick tongue.... I always think of good come-backs like five hours later!
i wouldn't mind a little puffy puff of some stuffy stuff....but when this bitch has money, the whole town runs dry...
fuck.