October 2010
disappointment at its finest.
writing a letter.
i sure do wish i was on my typewriter instead.
click clack click clack ching.
dear mother fucking nature.
fuck off! what is this? high seventies is NOT okay with me.
pickle jar.
didn’t get any homework done.
just sat here staring at it for the past two hours.
can’t focus.
drowning in regina spektors voice.
spending the night with my notebook.
all i want is cold beer.
“Giving mom some wrinkles and gray hairs.”
– Ruth Daubney a.k.a Momma Ruth
ITS STEAM ROLLER TIIIIIIIIIMEEE!!!
HAPPY BIRTHDAY MOMMA RUTH!
YOU’RE 20 NOW.
ITS T-SHIRT TIIIIIMMMEEEE!!!
BLUNTS TO YOU.
okay done with tumblr for real.
bye.
just because I go to art school...
does not mean I’m some fucking tattoo artist. stop asking me to draw you people shit. i don’t want my shitty drawings on your body forever. fuck off.
drunk apples to apples vodka on trains i miss you over and out.
And I'll gamble away my fright, and I'll gamble...
dinner with dad.
poker with family number two.
time to win monaaaaay bitches!
dollah dollah bill, yo!
found all the chocolate in my house.
shower, smoke, coffee.
shit, i need to start drawing like the good old...
priority mail.
writing my Wise Blood essay while smoking and drinking hibiscus pomegranate green tea. plotting my future plan of action. writing notes to reming myself to do shit that i have put off for far too long.
wearing a damn color isn't going to change a...
buzzin’ through homework.
embroidering cover of moleskin.
today was more than success:
afternoon cruise, from beverly, to boston, to plymouth.
kiskadees and cranberry bogs.
chili and corn muffins from the best dad in the world.
INTERVIEW TOMORROW AT BORDERS!
I said hi, she said yeah i guess i am.
