mrcrisp

you know those relaxation tapes? shit like "soothing ocean sounds" and "babbling brook?" they should totally make one called "douchebags throwing a party outside of your window at 11 at night." i swear, it's so relaxing.

i spent most of the weekend turning this:

into this:


the room is heavy with paint fumes.

there are naked pictures of me online now. download them while you still have the chance to stockpile embarassing things to black mail me with.

remind me never to watch battlestar galactica with my father again. every five minutes he's calling somebody names, or just yelling randomly.

example: when kara thrace runs back to her apartment to get casey, my father says "augh, you stupid whore, what the fuck are you doing?"

it's fun to know that not only is my father disruptive, but he's also a raging misogynist.

but speaking of battlestar: exodus part 2 = win.

the assholes outside are gone now, which means bed-time for me. perhaps more updatage tomorrow...