mtlqueen

Here's me, Stendec, and Skinny at the Rue Morgue screening of Spider Baby, it was really nice to meet my first sg member outside of this strange pseudoworld...
Three Stooges playing Spiderrrrrr

My business partner and I learned some really riveting information at our accounting seminar tonight. The whole time I'm sitting there dreaming about California, I'm such a pot smoking hippy. Shame on me. I can't wait to get into our studio space, start building displays and getting the perfect steel bucket for our sink. We've been dreaming about having the coolest sink for months now, I don't understand our fixation either...

I'm thinking about Throatneedle right now, he's been thinking a lot about his father (understably so, it is the fucking happy holidays).

I wonder if Clovesbud got his dick sucked at the gloryhole art show.

I wonder if Adaptation is going to be as good as I hope it will be.

I really need to have a good, hard cry. I don't cry any more. Even when I try, I can only squeeze one or two drops out and that's it. Show's over. I don't think it's natural to never cry. But then I'm kind of scared to go ahead and watch Say Anything lest I open those gates...Boo hoo for me.

I think my next tattoo project is coming together in my brain, I'm seeing still images from my favorite expressionist and films noirs all over my left arm. It's been simmering in my cerebral cesspool for quite a while now, I'm good and cooked.

(Edited for stonerisms)