generation

Everytime I try to post a blog update to this thing I lose it.
So I decided to write it in a wordpad first! Just incase something else goes wrong. >.<

I've become a stranger in my own mind.
And I know it. I can't stop it. I can't slow it. All I know how to do is hide it.
And even then I'm spreading it thin.
I'm a good liar, but when I'm too weird for myself then I don't know how to hide/handle that.
I feel like Gollum/Smeagol from Lord of the Rings.
I'm a stranger at best, and unwelcomed guest.
I don't know.


I've fallen in love with the concept of animal/human bone jewelry.
When I get me some extra money I'm gonna buy some.
Because it makes me happy.
And I think it's interesting.
And very cool.



I'd kill for cheesecake and Totino's Pizza. And a fucking CHEESEBURGER.
I'm just saying.
I'm fucking starving.
I shouldn't stay up this late after dinner.
That's it.


Here's a picture of my favorite place on earth. And it's only ten minutes from my apartment.

And another.

And a critter that lives there.

And one last one.



And one of my cat that I took a few months ago.