I keep starting this one

fluffy hoodies make me want to get naked, and well keep them on, but like be naked everywhere else... hmmm maybe i just need some sexy undies made of fluffy hoodie material.... problem is you can never wash them because they become not fluffy but stiff and itchy and well that just sucks cockaccino. i think someone accessed my backzipper and pulled out all my bad moods, i feel super great today. Ahhhhh i could give you a hug with my fluffy hoodie on. My jeans have holes today too, weird how all this works out. Really its not weird i think all my clothes have holes its no wonder people think i am a bum. So got to thinking about those things called new years resolutions and so i am going to make me a list and stick to it, yeah not really but i will try.
1. have sex with YOU. yes you. we didn't do IT last year so we like should get naked and fuck YO.
2. CUSS EVEN MOTHERFUCKING MORE
3. write shit on this page more
4. take more pictures (of my penis)
5. not give 3 fucks what you think (it used to be 2)
6. make more redickulust lists like this one
7. find JESUS (and fuck him) - (he is hot)
8. eat more fruit
9. i need to think of some more so like i feel accomplished n shit

trying not to get sucked down

Its so wild how one little event can change and alter your entire day, one little thing you didn't really see coming but kind of knew it was there. One thing. Bam day over. Not really over just altered - to well a different day - the one you didn't plan, not necessarily better or worse but not how things were supposed to go down. Not how they are in your day planner. Now what do you do. Make a few phone calls and get back on track or just ride it out and see what happens. Im going for the ride it out part. Later

Procrastinator Masturbator

I know it is illegal but there is something so nice about listening to ones headphones while riding ones scooter. IT COMPLETES ME. yes and i get wet down there. It truly is amazing what people miss out on a an average day. I think Eric still has jiggily puff. I am embracing my sinus headache today and just gonna roll with it. I am then going to the thrift store to buy weird things like doilys and knick nacks. Oooh and maybe some used undies. I kind of want a beadazzler as well, oh yeah and corn dogs, fucking hell i got a busy day in front of me. I wanted to make coffee with dr pepper today just to see what it would taste like. I wonder if the guy who invented the highway sign font gets paid royalties or if he just got the shaft and a thank you letter, or a gold swatch, i want a gold swatch, i should invent something cool like the highway sign font, or that reflective green paint... i kind of doubt either of those will happen considering i can't even get out of bed by 9am. I can't help it though i just like to avoid morning people, they scare me, i think i have "morning peopleaphobia" I am totally using that the next time i am late for something. I need to look up the latin version of that or close to it and make it a real fucking disease and maybe i can get a check or they can make a pill for it. Shit i will just throw some smarties in a bottle and call it swatikiawatikapoof also comes in patch form "those ugly ass bacon band-aids". Really the funnest part about having balls is making them giggle when you dance naked. I just wish it wasn't raining, i like my car and all but its not fun to be stupid in. It is but isn't. I just look like a yuppie in a Volvo Wagon. I need like a blow up doll in the back and sell turns n shit. I wonder if that is legal. She isn' real, no one is getting hurt, except a bit o rug burn and plastic burn but damn. I just take her home and hose her down, count my money, and its all good, after some fresh air she is ready for another day. It truly is a shame what i waste my brain power on.

lampyridae

i was wondering about you

if you ever have those dreams

about people from the past

ones you never really paid much attention too or didn't pay much attention to you. extras in the day to day life that was. what might have been a brilliant friendship or even more. its like the bike you could have rode more or didn't take care of, or the pet you could have loved more. weird dreams, weird day... i still love it and you.

THE GOD DAMN PLAINS

Punk Rock in the morning makes me all jumpy. I guess that's better than slugish ruggish. The last few days have been slow and boring and i don't want to do anything but i know i got a pile of shit to do. So today i bring you. Get things done man, brought to you by too much coffee and non stop punk rock. Okay thats it - bang yo heads children and get busy with your corporate love jobs. I would have made a horrible punk rock kid. Too prissy.

i woke up after (being pulled in the middle)

both edns fixed

when i walked into the yard i noticed it was full of people, there were three of them in particular rushing up my stairs and into the apartment. the balcony was full, i thought at first a party, then i could tell by the looks on faces this was no party. i noticed a face i knew from the coffee shop.
"hey man, what the hell is going on?"
"not real sure, something about some dude that lives here beating up his girlfriend or stalking her or something weird like that."
"hmmm, i live here."
"yeah man i know, its one of your weird ass roommates. the mexican one i think."
"who carlos"
"yeah him"
"the girl being michelle?"
"yeah thats her"
"weird she is like here every day, i don't see much of a stalking scenario there."
i look up to the loud crashing noises coming from inside the place. things breaking screaming, then a loud pop. that instant i knew someone had been shot. then just like they went up the stairs they came down but only two, one holding his stomach and the other holding a bloody knife. then another scream and a thud. the third came crashing to the ground, tossed from the balcony. its only one floor up so the fall didn't kill him, but the gun shot might have. the crowd gathers around and i see some movement but there is a lot of blood.

Naked Hee Haw Honeys

ive been in love with dr pepper again for like a week or so. i do this sometimes were i drink like a million of them in a few weeks then i hate it and never want to see again for at least 3-7 years.

Must Be A Treeman

sorry about the delay in posting im busy not being busy - im so so so happy though today anyway. i scored tickets to both kc and omaha shows for sigur ros. yes i am a dork, but i dont care. now to find a place to see m83, which by the way the new album is awesomeness in a box, but not so much with the box. fuck i don't know im just the typer. okay i am off to go work on a website that has been needing updating since like 72 n shit.

usb in not out = Derek

my computer has a prosthetic usb port - it needs a little support today = i love you broken usb port.

thanks and hugs and loves to everyone who stopped by the show last night - good to see that not everyone hates me. sorry for short notice and stuff like that you know i am a procrastinator x3 - the show will be up all monf so go cheka a chek it out.

sun is up and i am gone later dooods

in the 3rd grade i discovered

the empty white house on the hill

back door wide open

pots and pans all over the kitchen

graffiti all over the walls

peeling wallpaper

glass crunching underneath my feet

i fell in love

i wanted to know everything about the place the people that lived there, who would just run off and leave a house with everything still in it and a car in the driveway. its like hey the noodles are on the stove - - - fuck it lets walk - - - -