so i'm up to twelve now.
mom's gonna be so pissed when she sees me.
was supposed to help my sweetheart and fellow fontographer**, dyana, move yesterday. but it turns out that she needed to move next sunday, not yesterday.
so i look at pierre and said, "ok, guess its off to harvard for me for an extra hole in my head."
and pierre goes, "ok, but i'm coming with. we have a pact, remember?"
(pierre and i always get work done together. the one exception was his wrist tattoos and my nipple rings. everything else, we've always been at each others side to watch the blood and grimaces. i don't think you can truly know a person unless you've seen their face wrenched in every kind of possible pain.)
so, on our way to davis station, we bump into brandon and his friend, who were all smiles and goodness. we bantered at each other for a bit, and then went off.
pierre and i had a long talk in the park. he told me about how he's absolutely terrified of UFO's and that's why he sleeps on his belly. i told him that i can't get my emotions out, i'm unable to cry, so i need this pain to facilitate getting out a lot of the bullshit i've gone through this month. both of us were astounded by these secrets. "come to think of it, i don't ever think i've actually seen you cry once these past 10 years."
the actual thing wasn't that bad, which i was dissapointed. i expected the exact rush of pain that i got when i had my nipples pierced. but it was kinda short and dissapointing. i've got a neat looking ring on the side of my nose now, but i've still got a good chunk of stuff that needs to be channelled out.
i'm hoping there's a dogfight on saturday. we haven't had one in two weeks.
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i'm glad april is almost over. this month has been too fucking long. the past two and a half weeks have felt like three months.
i kinda wish we could fast forward through may too. may holds two anniversaries for me, one that i kinda dig(my birthday) and one that i utterly hate (the day my family fell completely and unrepairably apart). each year that goes by, i hope that i have the courage and strength to actually paint that story. and for those not directly involved, it's a good fucking story. but every time i start on it, i freeze up and realize that it's not time yet, it's still too fresh, its still too real to be immortalized that way, to be shared with the world.
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figured i'd end this on a high note.
was having a ubiquotously fucked up day at work today, and then, out of the blue, i get this email from brandon:
"how's your new face-hole?"
to which i replied, "it's mighty holy."
****appendix: dyana and i are both established font designers. she did the more notable Nobel with FontBureau, where as i published my fabulous Code and Code Roman with the Virus Foundry not too long ago(still negotiating shit, but its gonna be sweet!)
mom's gonna be so pissed when she sees me.
was supposed to help my sweetheart and fellow fontographer**, dyana, move yesterday. but it turns out that she needed to move next sunday, not yesterday.
so i look at pierre and said, "ok, guess its off to harvard for me for an extra hole in my head."
and pierre goes, "ok, but i'm coming with. we have a pact, remember?"
(pierre and i always get work done together. the one exception was his wrist tattoos and my nipple rings. everything else, we've always been at each others side to watch the blood and grimaces. i don't think you can truly know a person unless you've seen their face wrenched in every kind of possible pain.)
so, on our way to davis station, we bump into brandon and his friend, who were all smiles and goodness. we bantered at each other for a bit, and then went off.
pierre and i had a long talk in the park. he told me about how he's absolutely terrified of UFO's and that's why he sleeps on his belly. i told him that i can't get my emotions out, i'm unable to cry, so i need this pain to facilitate getting out a lot of the bullshit i've gone through this month. both of us were astounded by these secrets. "come to think of it, i don't ever think i've actually seen you cry once these past 10 years."
the actual thing wasn't that bad, which i was dissapointed. i expected the exact rush of pain that i got when i had my nipples pierced. but it was kinda short and dissapointing. i've got a neat looking ring on the side of my nose now, but i've still got a good chunk of stuff that needs to be channelled out.
i'm hoping there's a dogfight on saturday. we haven't had one in two weeks.
+++++
i'm glad april is almost over. this month has been too fucking long. the past two and a half weeks have felt like three months.
i kinda wish we could fast forward through may too. may holds two anniversaries for me, one that i kinda dig(my birthday) and one that i utterly hate (the day my family fell completely and unrepairably apart). each year that goes by, i hope that i have the courage and strength to actually paint that story. and for those not directly involved, it's a good fucking story. but every time i start on it, i freeze up and realize that it's not time yet, it's still too fresh, its still too real to be immortalized that way, to be shared with the world.
+++++
figured i'd end this on a high note.
was having a ubiquotously fucked up day at work today, and then, out of the blue, i get this email from brandon:
"how's your new face-hole?"
to which i replied, "it's mighty holy."
****appendix: dyana and i are both established font designers. she did the more notable Nobel with FontBureau, where as i published my fabulous Code and Code Roman with the Virus Foundry not too long ago(still negotiating shit, but its gonna be sweet!)