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I have nothing to say but behold, music
The teenage years are a 6-year juxtaposition between anger and sadness that's dominated by omnipotent horniness, and boy, has the ride been wild.
I'm always a bit excited for school to start again until I get there and remember i'm surrounded on all sides by slackjawed knuckle-dragging gorilla mothefuckers and gross lanky autist mothefuckers. My first day began with a ponytail-having jean shorts-wearing mothefucker from the latter group announcing to the class "my peepee tingles when I hold the handles," before laughing maniacally, which I don't know what the fuck that means, but it served as a good signal that the show had officially begun.
Only 10 months to go.
fuck aligning these shits
Riding the sky down to Florida in a few days to chillax and relax with Skaren for a week. Let this day mark the beginning of the end.
Week 2(?) of summer vacation. Running out of shit to do. Hope is fading.
Skaren recently linked me to Joe Hawley of Tally Hall's apparently largely unknown album, Hawaii: Part II, and I've been in a constant state of amazement over it for roughly a week. I highly recommend it. That'll be all.
Spiders must think ants are just deformed monstrosities
Do whatever makes you laugh, lads.