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I had a dream last night that I found a gallon freezer bag full of marijuana. I took it outside into the yard and started trying to roll a joint from it, but as I rolled the paper, the pot seemed to completely disintegrate. I tried a few more times, and ended up with a very small, very thin joint that I decided would do for the time being. The ( Read more... )

Michela Clovis aka roommate from hell clogged up the kitchen sink with fucking chicken fat AGAIN. Have I yet compiled a list of her weirdnesses for all on livejournal to read? I don't think so. Then again I don't have enough free time to be able to sit down and compile said list, and actually there probably isn't enough room on the internet for it ( Read more... )

Minimal sleep + chocolate covered espresso beans and two cups of coffee for lunch + an apple and one piece of pita bread for dinner + 10 hours of painting + listening to the Birthday Party's Greatest Hits on repeat for awhile = mild insanity

All of my muscles ache and my head might explode soon.

The YDS party went fairly well, and at the end I got to hoard some leftovers for myself - pita bread with a little bit of hummus, two apples and an apple cider donut that Paul brought from the farm he works at (he also brought the most amazing apple cider I've ever tasted ever). Stanley, however is the most fucking annoying person to play apples to ( Read more... )

Let it be known that I bought nothing today.

My roommate's 15 year old sister Bianca has been living here for the past few days. Its 10:40 in the morning and she's here alone (except for me, obviously) watching the Maury show. The theme of the show is men who married women that they thought were sexy, but after having 5 kids or whatever, they say that their wives dress like grandmothers and ( Read more... )

I forgot to mention last night that I think my hair inspired my roommate to get a medium-length, curly weave. I would never make something up like this. Last week she said to me that she liked my hair a lot and it made her want to do something similar with hers. Last night I found her sitting in front of the TV (Jerry was asleep on the couch) while ( Read more... )

a buddha looks down
my wall postered with paper
empty modern shrines

What was I going to write here? Umm...McCain's speech was not even a third as good as Obama's...he didn't actually talk about anything...I spilled whiskey and ginger ale on myself...

These are the results of the RNC drinking game. I would write the rules down, but I don't think I'm up for that right now.