Dave always told me, "LIfe is a game, Heather. It's a fucking game." I wasn't quite convinced until recently when I started maneuvering and manipulating life to my own liking, molding it like a piece of wax betwixt my fingers until the desired end is acheived. Let me say that life is better when you take a proactive approach to obtaining the things you want. I had an epiphany; the entire theory made sense all of a sudden and my life will never be the same. Thank you, Dave, for your infinite wisdom and love, for without you I would be lost and alone in this world.
I usually try to update this thing with pictures, but I haven't taken any. Probably because I've been too drunk to a) remember my digicam, b) focus said camera, or c) give a fuck. I've had alot of fun, probably consumed too many substances for my own good, but life is short and I'd like to (safely) live it to the fullest. Although I will attend Mutiny! tonight... I'm charging my batteries right this moment. Random dance floor pictures are the best, the unexpected facial expressions and the infamous "what the fuck is she doing with her arm" pose.
I was told the story of a girl who was fired from her job at a funeral home because her myspace said she was an atheist. Illegal as it may be, she's not working in the funeral industry anymore. Thankfully, my myspace is private so no priying eyes can see that I am, indeed, an atheist and that my interests aren't very clean cut, conservative or "proper" for a funeral director. But for as low as $4 a month, my future could be completely fucked. Fuck the world. If something happens because of my online journal, I'll sue a bitch.
I found my favorite necklace underneath my dresser while simultaneously realizing that one of my favorite ear plugs was missing. Despite this, I'm feeling quite vibrant today. Perhaps some day-glo fishnets are in order.
I forgot to mention that my lower back tattoo has achieved symmetry, thanks to my #1. She brightens my day, every day. I feel sorry for those of you who don't have one to call your own.
I usually try to update this thing with pictures, but I haven't taken any. Probably because I've been too drunk to a) remember my digicam, b) focus said camera, or c) give a fuck. I've had alot of fun, probably consumed too many substances for my own good, but life is short and I'd like to (safely) live it to the fullest. Although I will attend Mutiny! tonight... I'm charging my batteries right this moment. Random dance floor pictures are the best, the unexpected facial expressions and the infamous "what the fuck is she doing with her arm" pose.
I was told the story of a girl who was fired from her job at a funeral home because her myspace said she was an atheist. Illegal as it may be, she's not working in the funeral industry anymore. Thankfully, my myspace is private so no priying eyes can see that I am, indeed, an atheist and that my interests aren't very clean cut, conservative or "proper" for a funeral director. But for as low as $4 a month, my future could be completely fucked. Fuck the world. If something happens because of my online journal, I'll sue a bitch.
I found my favorite necklace underneath my dresser while simultaneously realizing that one of my favorite ear plugs was missing. Despite this, I'm feeling quite vibrant today. Perhaps some day-glo fishnets are in order.
I forgot to mention that my lower back tattoo has achieved symmetry, thanks to my #1. She brightens my day, every day. I feel sorry for those of you who don't have one to call your own.
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trocar:
I put my faith in frontal. My choice needle is the small semi-lunar, and for sub-mandibular it's a bastard to get back in the same hole (I was never any good at that part). You'd be suprised how well that flap of skin will hold. I have no trust what-so-ever in the needle injector gun, it's for suckas and arraging directors.
hermitpisces:
Seems like this could be up your alley, in the event that you haven't seen it....