twelvis

i done put up a new picture. like from a year ago. ok i lie it was like 3 months ago and i look exactly the same, save it's too hot for a cowboy jacket and skinny red ties look gay as hell with plain t-shirts. some dude said i look like i belong on the makeoutclub so i hit him.

there's that post on the boards, are you happy? and dude i'm happy but i'm pissed too. i keep thinking how my life would be different if that damn wtc hadn't fell on me and singed my clothes.

maybe i'm just dwelling cos i've been listening to a ton of old country music. i have a deep voice, i think i'll become a countrified steven merrit.

ugh, i hate it when i dream about getting a bad report card and feeling so bad about it that i stick my hand into a belt sander..and then i wake up muttering lame titles of would be poems...the only one i remember is "aparatus index 4532 at 5am."

holy crap i also had this crazy dream where i was in the ocean making salt water taffy on an old machine from the 50s...it was as big as a football field and was basically a giant flat bicycle with manhole covers instead of pedals and everyone was laughing at the fact that my taffy had fish excrement in it

xo,
XII