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20:12 Mar 26 2011
Times Read: 589

Say Anything all day. Yeah, it's a pointless bitching that a hipster broke my toy kind of day. To drums. When I get home I'll break out the sketchbook, Prismacolors, leather carving tools, poi and my buffalo of a guitar and get some arting done but for now, boo hoo. Snare roll.

20:51 Mar 15 2011
Times Read: 603

Sometimes half ass-ing things turns up little gems (not in quality mind you, but sentiment of sorts). I've been using the same 5 subject notebook for the past 3 years and in my routine search for a fresh, doodle-free sheet I unearthed an pathetic little poem I wrote right after my first breakup. It made me giggle at my silliness. Oh the feelings had I...

My keychains keep me company on the first morning bus.

I'm headed home.

Deftly fingering plastic in long worn-out formations helps me

Remember things you've long forgotten.

The person I recall is someone we both know

You never were.

There are far more important things to lament right now

Than a boy I might have loved

But I like hiding in this,

Nestled firmly in phantom embraces and crocodile tears.



I know some day another winning smile will come my way

To feed me sugar coated half truths

But until then I'll thank you for giving me the lie.

It's easier seeing you with her when I know you're

Still just as alone as I.

Guess we're going to have another go...
03:18 Mar 07 2011
Times Read: 628


Boners.

I'm working on the first draft to a logo I'm tinkering with and I'm trying my hand at photo-manipulation. The digital painting was actually going pretty well and I got a huge chunk fairly well rendered (considering the horrendous quality of the picture I had to work with). With a smug smile I thought to myself, Well damn, ['Friday], you are clearly the most awesome and frankly not only deserve the doughnuts downstairs but all of the doughnuts ever fried and glazed on this earth! Jauntily had I skipped down the stairs and then, sated of trans fats and self-satisfaction, back up. My mouth still full and dripping powdered sugar coated crumbs I stopped and stood in the bedroom doorway to admire Charlie's roomate's cat unconsciously purring on my lap top. What an adorable beast, the evidence of my orgasmic skill must have lulled him to sleep. How cu--*blink* It was then that I realized that said evidence was not, as I had left it, standing open (and unsaved) on my desktop. The explosive force of my hubris's recoil left a small crater in the boys' hallway floor boards.

Boners

03:08 Mar 05 2011
Times Read: 637

Hey Homework, stop turning me into an alcoholic. How I forecast my next day scholastic performance: 1 beer in the fridge=C, 2 beers=B, 3 beers=A++, 4 beers=F.