 |
 |
 |
|
that's it. i have no attetion spand what-so-ever... and shout out to my girl can-j. Always during the holidays, i am reminded of how much your urbn hookup truly helps my bank account. tanx gurl* is it just me, or have i been stuck in a perpetually dull moment. Thus mimicing my scratched Stills cd on track 3? Xmas has crept up WAY too fast and i have no creative momentum to boost my gift giving. boo-hoo* goddamn it. i just wrote a long ass entry only to have it be mysteriously stolen by evil web sprites. Oh god, as i reiterate, we (everyone at the neversoft xmas party) are all fuking suffering for our nite in sin city. To a rude awaken this morning to catch an early flight back to Hell-A. And now i must find the menu for Rosco's chicken and Waff's to satisfy my post-drunkin' lard need! it's good to be back home for turkey day. I haven't shared this holida with my folks in like 3 years! Got in last nite on hawaiian and daddy almost drove by me AGAIN at the airport (even after his eye surgery) but it's all good. And last nite met up with viv and alex for some drunkin fun. Went to 2 different bars i've never graced before. Red Lion filled with millitary shites (oh and doesn't kathy's b-friend hang out there? hahahhaa) and the Hideaway where it was all dive-y and punk-rockish with Sade blasting from the jukx. It was great. I got home round 3am to find my mommy waiting up for me with the lights on to interrogate my ass of who, what, where, when, why.... and i know they have those commercials out teaching parents to ask your children questions as a safety measure, but for fuk sakes, i'm frickin 26 years old! i was appalled but humored the lady cuz she is and will always be my momma* I came to the realization that guys named Paul, David, and Nick are more likely to find me attractive then any other boy names. I cannot explain this phenomenom, nor can i justify why this popped into my brain this evening. Take my word for it, i just know... Going with a gaggle of my gurls to go see the Nots play at the Lava Lounge was loads of fun. Their band is getting supa good and i hope someday they make it. And it was nice seeing everyone and getting a drink on a weeknite. Oh yes, and slymongoose shirts are DONE! i have the badges, tags, gun, baggies, and tees already to be assembled. Of course, half will be given away, but in order to make money, ya gotta spend some, right? Now i just have to work on the site and i'm all set. p.s. and me honey comes home today! today was full of shite. The bad shite, not good shite. The type of shite that stains. Well,.. maybe not that bad. First of, i go to my car, and low and behold, i got a fukin ticket. Drove to work (late), got an email from dy in Spain (missing him), skipped lunch to pick up car registration sticker (reason for ticket) from my uncle, stomach hurt from acid overdose from drinking only crappacino till 2pm, called screeners and said sample tees would be ready 1:30 hours after i finish work, had to stay at work till that time anywayz cuz all this last min shite had to be done, and by the time i get home, i got no time to work on the website for SlyM (see this entry time). yawwnnn.... Thea drags off to bed* i have WAY too much shite to do by the time i leave for the aina. Goddamn yesterday was so fun, but knocked one day of potential errands off the face of my earth. The things i did accomplish was to take the shirts to the printers, watch 'Elf' with Karen and Vivian, borrow Viv's garment gun, celebrate Junki's b-day with the gang at Buca's, and get a good nite's sleep. My monkey boy is leaving for Barcelona this afternoon and i gotta pick up my roomie tonight. Ughh 2 trips to LAX i am not looking forward at all. but first thing's first; gonna start with oil change and lunch with dy, then do some trip shopping and house cleaning....(sigh) last nite, some dunk (dog/skunk-dream reference) came and sprayed the side of my apartment. the odor came up though our heater and good god, it stunk to high hell. Me and kat were freakin out, and the worst part, is that i could smell it in my car this morning as well.. goddamn it. I want to hunt it down and squish it's stinky head. in a mean, vindictive sort of way... i love it when things pull me off my high horse of design-ego. Today at work, i found out i fuked up bigtime on a project that had already been printed (yup, all 80,000 of um) and that they were already shipped to the distributors (ahhh yes), to be released on time this dec. Oh how humble i am, so i shall do the humble dance of life,... la, la, de, duhhhhh and my baby's gonna go to Barcelona next week, and skillz shipping out to Berlin on his own mission. Oh how lucky they are to be working at such a kool company* So everybody, go out and grab your T.H.U.G. today! (cheezy bloggy plug) and the wheels of production are in motion. The Sly Girl will soon be born.... hopefully it will land me success and i can ditch the ever high blood pressure life of my current situation. Haligh, haligh, haligh... Dontcha hate crying at work? So things are looking up and up in the birth of S.M. I'm slowly bring the website together, finding a place to get the shirts produced in time for my trip back home. I just came back from a wonderful lunch in J-town at the Hana noodle shop with Dy. And freakishly, the lady did the same 'Like a Tear' T-ia act when i left my name for a space. As for Halloween this year, i kept is on the DL. Just stayed in with Kat+cat and watched some tv and ate some good food. It was raining and spooky and we got harrassed by highskollers as we walked to Dy's house to steal one of his pumpkins. I miss rainy days. i wish there were more of them her in LA... and i guess i should update my layout design. i promise to do it tonight, or soon, or whenever... Yesterday Kat, Karen, and i witnessed another being hailing from the beautiful planet of Courtney T-T. That is the only explaination i can give that would make 3 taken girls turn to giddy tweens. Me and my girls were leaving the Sunset 5 after seeing 'Elephant' and the elevator got packed. We squished together only to be graced with the heavenly being. He had long stringy dark hair and a plain white tee. We breathed in his air and stole glances of his smile. Not a word was spoken about the tenshi till we were safely confined in my motor vehicle. Then all hell broke loose as all i could say was "Oh My God, HOT, HOT, HOT!!" We could talk of nothing else for the rest of the day. And on an off side, LA has really turned to HELL-A. Fires are raging outta control, and images i see on tv remind me of Big Island's volcanoes or something from sci-fi. Is the end near? on top of food and transport strikes, there are rivers of fire, the air is unbreathable, and the sun is blood red. I swear i read something in Revelations about this... I have come to the conclusion that living with Kat is turning out to be expensive. Since she has graced my living quarters, it seems we are always on the hunt for bettering our surroundings as well as our threads. As the weekend approaches, the same mantra is repeated over and over: "We have to go shopping for the home, we have to go get food, we have to get new clothes for 'work'"... And though our attempts, it seems at most, i pick up 15% on my list of necessaties and 85% of crap i just want but don't really need. And now that Kat has landed a teaching job in Ingle-wooood (insert your favorite westcoast-rap baseline) with a very nice salary, there seems to be no limit to our shopping sprees. My bank is weeping, because it's being broken... Yesterday i got to spend a day in another world. Instead of working at crazy Ad-usa, we got to go 'Play the Ponies' courtesy of Miss Andrea Mandella. It was an experience by none other i have had as we got pretty much a VIP treatment at the Santa Anita Race track. Being the day before the breeders cup (which is on the tele right now), they had special races held that day, and it was pretty packed with gamblers, bougies, and big cheeses. So much that one sat in the dining area above us and as Eden whined about his smoking while we ate lunch and drank, he offered to cover our lunch/bar tab (equaling well over 400$!) Then he got the crazy bugle annoucer to serenade us with the Jeopardy theme song (cuz he OWNED that show amongst many others for the was the King-something...)Oh nay... and then he showed us his bets for ONE of the races.. he must have had at least 20 of um, and not one was under a grand. We were all shitin' ourselves and asked if we could have the losing tickets so we could write an expense report for Mark come monday morning. tee-hee. And ofcourse being a Willis/Na hybrid, i had to gamble a bit. Pretty much i broke even. I won a 36$ race then lost it all, but it was fun and i wish to go back some day when i do have money to burn...* So my new roomie, Kat, has all these fukin flea bites from her cat, Mistress. In one way, it's funny as hell, but everytime i see her and her fleabag scratching, and she's scratching and scratching, it makes me all parrahs and i feel super itchy too. I'll have to use my supa-tita like abilities to kick some flea ass if she doesn rectify the situation. okay, please explain something to me, dear pitas. Where the FUCK has my previous entries gone??!?!? With Dy 'fixing/fuking' with my computer, i have no access at home. And as i check my die-ary online, i find past entries deleated. What is going on here? Maybe it's time to cave and get some livejournal connects. I have actual, concrete things to write about tonight. And feeling the creative flow, i'll start backwards with the most recent. First off, i saw Interpol tonight with Dy, Viv, and Mong-e. It was pretty kool but had bad positioning karma. Everywhere i stood,10 mins later my view was blocked by some one 1/2 a foot taller then moi, a super fan waving arms, or a big dumb hat. Next, at work today, Hermonie actually ate out of my hand!! Well, finger to be precise. I drizzled sunflower seeds till it led to the pile on my fingertips. She was super close to me and i wanted to grab her by the tail and squeeze real hard. It looked so fluffy. Flinging her around and around and squish her little head. k, nuff... Third, after i ate lunch, i noticed that my teeth felt kind of sensitive. I went to the bathroom to check out my molars only to discover my left wisdom tooth is partially ubove gumline. I could see it peaking out of the gums. So that's what that small lump of blood clot was! Some dead gum! It was caught in my throat one morning and i coughed it up before going to work. How nice. Now this means i HAVE to get my impacted wisdoms removed. shite Finally, i have vacated all my shite from the russian mafia complex. Never will i feel like la femme Nikita entering a building. I guess i will miss that place and it's convenience to the Trader Joe's down the street. No longer will i have such temptaion at close prox to my person. No soft, delicious brie, no uttie workers in aloha shirts asking if i need help, no garlic pita chips. Damn... and i was just getting to know ya joe... and my arm muscles have been strained from the move. If i was a bird, i'd be immobile and in great danger. But on the up side, my Flaunt (*Bloom issue*) came today at work. And like magic, turning me into a giddy teenybopper* Thursday's concert was full of drama and emotion. We went to Radiohead (walked from the metro to the Hollywood bowl) waited in line only to be turned away by security because i had my digi camera in my bag. Might i ad there was no warnings of this) i tried to get them to take my batteries, but they said no. and wouldn't let me in. So i was about to say fukit and sell the 2 tickets, but dy and i decided to hide it in some random place (being behind an overturned table). And there were people around smoking in that area. anyone could have seen us and taken it, but it was the chance i had to take. We got through security with out a speck of hassle making me wished i shoved the bloody thing down dy's pants. As we got to out seats (the band was already playing) the chick infront of me had her fukin camera and was taking all these pictures. I was fuking seeing RED. not that i wanted pictures of the show, i just wanted my cam safe and still in my possession. I mean, it was a gift from dy for out anniverary and cost like 4 times the ammount of the ticket! I was feelin all miserable and shite and took swings of my irish whiskey/coke mix. Anyways i decided to stop worrying bout it cuz i was at a show. And they fukin rocked! i was so happy i went to it. There seemed to be alot of 'super fans' in the audience as well. people were cheering whenever Thom did his muppet dance which was all nite. He must have been in an upswing. Then as i raced back, i made an unconscious decision that if the camera wasn't there, i would start flinging tables. Thank god it didn't come to that. Last nite, me and Dy went to Little Osaka to see some art thing at Black Market. It was nice and we ate at some random japanese resturant prior. The art was good, but unfortunately outshined by the fact consumer vibes. It seemed like the reason why BK does these shows was to lure people in to shop. No wonder they are still in business. This is how they get traffic. Sneaky buggahs* OMG OMG OMG OMG... The show made my top 10 best concerts of all time, and my top 5 concerts seen here in Hell-a. A fukin' 3 hour set can do no wrong... 
THE DANDY WARHOLS RULE, OK oh nay... my life is sort of coming together again. I can finally have some good nites of sleep that consist of me knocking out as soon as my head hits the pillow and not dreaming or thinking till my alarm goes off. Ya know , the kine when u feel all floaty in the mornin' and it's such a bitch to get up. Well that was today. And so yes, we got a place, and it's cute and clean and hopefully me and Kat wil get along. Actually, i'm more worried about the damn cat (with a C) then her. The only thing i have to do is pack up my shite, and move it to the new local.... ah yes, moving is still a bitch. Fukin' Hot Hot Heat rock my socks off! They are so good live! i was very impressed with the singer's ability to play his keyboard with his head. It was great. A big burly guy got fukin thrown out of the place, and his girl kicked a guy on the ground a couple of times. God they rocked, the band i mean... i'm so glad i went. It totally uplifted my spirits to hang with my gurls and see a good show. What a pleasent nite* i am never eating Spam Lite again. Last nite, i must have had at least 7 different dreams. the ones that stood out the most was: 1.i was dating Michael Jackson in his 'Thriller' era minus the sol-glo hairdo. Actually he was super nice and non-pervy or alienlooking at all. He kept trying to kiss me but it felt like i was kissing a girl. 2.i was out in the forest and there was this huge frickin owl that perched on a tree and stared at me. The funny thing bout it was that it was a cartoon, and my dream was in real life. 3.(and this one really makes me laugh) my dad owned a centaur farm, and i was visiting him and went into the stables. Big no no. They went into gladiator mode and started fighting over me, trying to drag me (where? i dunno, to their individual stalls? probably) and i was screaming my head off for help but wasn't actually getting hurt. I think it was centaur mating season or something... and on an unrelated note, there's this 'smallville clark kent' type person who works at the bank near my work. Making check deposit trips not so much a chore anymore... 12 more fuking days, fucking 12 more days, days 12 fucking more, fuking more days 12,... well that last one didn't work out too good. But yeah, i am praying my ass of everynite that i find a place for me and kat to call home. And on top of the chaos and stress of my car and moving, (speaking of which, i got my piece of shite back. cost me 270$ to fix *grumble-grumble*) i have seemed to made future promises to some of my favorite bands. First off, this friday, Rudi, Karen, and i are seeing H.H. Heat. Then next week, is the Dandy's on wed., radiohead on thursday, then the week afta dat there's Interpol on a wed. DAMN! I feel like i should be excited, but at most, i just want to get it all over with... *stunned* am i getting old? I care enough to recognize that pretty girls make graves will be appearing at the Virgin Megastore tonight on sunset, but care not enough to muster any excitement and actually attend. This is how blue my mood is at this point. And i think they are gonna hit mainstream anywayz... today was so awful, i have to laugh. Let's just say, i have no working car, no money, no place to call home after 15 days from now, and a mild irritation from not being able to come up with a nice website for my label. And a special hexing goes out to all those who drove by and beeped at me and Dy on the side of the 134 this afternoon in that 2 hour period in the mothahfuking hot ass sun. FUCK YOU ASSHOLES. I hope you and 25 of your closest loved ones get fucking stranded on some fucking freeway within the next week then pay fucking 90$ for a 5 minute tow. FUCK FUCK FUCK FUCK FUCK FUCK FUCK FUCK FUCK FUCK FUCK FUCK FUCK FUCK FUCK FUCK FUCK FUCK FUCK FUCK FUCK FUCK FUCK FUCK FUCK FUCK FUCK FUCK FUCK FUCK FUCK FUCK FUCK FUCK FUCK FUCK FUCK FUCK FUCK FUCK FUCK FUCK FUCK FUCK FUCK FUCK FUCK FUCK FUCK FUCK FUCK FUCK FUCK FUCK FUCK FUCK FUCK FUCK FUCK FUCK FUCK FUCK FUCK FUCK FUCK FUCK FUCK FUCK FUCK FUCK FUCK FUCK FUCK FUCK FUCK FUCK FUCK FUCK FUCK FUCK FUCK FUCK FUCK FUCK FUCK FUCK FUCK FUCK FUCK FUCK FUCK FUCK FUCK FUCK FUCK FUCK FUCK FUCK FUCK FUCK FUCK FUCK FUCK FUCK FUCK FUCK FUCK FUCK FUCK FUCK FUCK FUCK FUCK FUCK FUCK FUCK FUCK FUCK FUCK FUCK FUCK FUCK FUCK FUCK FUCK FUCK FUCK FUCK FUCK FUCK FUCK FUCK FUCK FUCK FUCK FUCK FUCK FUCK FUCK FUCK FUCK FUCK FUCK FUCK FUCK FUCK FUCK FUCK FUCK EVERYTHING HAS GONE TO SHITE. FUCK FUCK FUCK FUCK FUCK FUCK FUCK FUCK FUCK FUCK FUCK FUCK FUCK FUCK FUCK FUCK FUCK FUCK FUCK FUCK FUCK FUCK FUCK FUCK FUCK FUCK FUCK FUCK FUCK FUCK FUCK FUCK FUCK FUCK FUCK FUCK FUCK FUCK FUCK FUCK FUCK FUCK FUCK FUCK FUCK FUCK FUCK FUCK FUCK FUCK FUCK FUCK FUCK FUCK FUCK FUCK FUCK FUCK FUCK FUCK FUCK FUCK FUCK FUCK FUCK FUCK FUCK FUCK FUCK FUCK FUCK FUCK FUCK FUCK FUCK FUCK FUCK FUCK FUCK FUCK FUCK FUCK FUCK FUCK FUCK FUCK FUCK FUCK FUCK FUCK FUCK FUCK FUCK FUCK FUCK FUCK FUCK FUCK FUCK FUCK FUCK FUCK FUCK FUCK FUCK FUCK FUCK FUCK FUCK FUCK FUCK FUCK FUCK FUCK FUCK FUCK FUCK FUCK FUCK FUCK FUCK FUCK FUCK FUCK FUCK FUCK FUCK FUCK FUCK FUCK FUCK FUCK FUCK FUCK FUCK FUCK FUCK FUCK FUCK FUCK FUCK FUCK FUCK FUCK FUCK FUCK FUCK FUCK FUCK FUCK FUCK FUCK FUCK FUCK FUCK FUCK FUCK FUCK FUCK FUCK FUCK FUCK FUCK FUCK FUCK FUCK FUCK FUCK FUCK FUCK FUCK As for my car, i am so sik of it. Took it in the garage this morning and the mechanic calls me back saying he looked at it, the car is not overheating (although my temp gauge keeps pointing to HOT when i drive it) and that there are no signs of overheating etc... the dashboard gauge area is messed up. It could either be a simple thing that broke, and i could get it fix, or it could be that the whole thing is all fuked and i need to replace the whole frickin panel. So it has nothing to do with my transmission overhaul. And he said he advises me to go directly to a dealer to get it fixed, cuz if i was to get him to fix it, he'd have to order the part, and take apart my dash board.. etc.... so i said thanks, and picked up my car, and drove to work. and now i'm all pouty. actually, the reality is that i'm screaming very loudly on the inside.... so yeah... um, i made 3 more badge designs, all which are getting some kind of review from my mates. Time is running out on my apartment and i have like less then 3 fukin weeks to find a place, get rid of a bunch of my shite, pack up the rest of my shite, then move it all. My demon car is freaking me out. The temperature gauge is not going down and only increases with everyday i drive it (wtf?). And i HATE IT HATE IT HATE IT!!! Rents never called me so i take it no big winnings yet... but i still got the fever to be creative. It infact, is causing conflictions with my work production. My mind simply refuses to create such sucky marketing layouts. I can't seem to do any work-work for more then a half hour sitting. I have to walk around, or eat, or pee... either the creative side is completely taking over, or the trained servant side is insubordinating.. ....hmmm, did i just make up a word? i must say, after watching Lupin III movie, i find myself drawing many similarities between the world's greatest thief and my dear Dy. Mainly because of their love for boobies. Not saying that my boobies are anything to talk about (i'm pretty flat), but how he likes to look at them on screen, on the computer (a-hem...), etc... uh. okay lets drop this cuz he's starting to sound like a perv. Not an R Kelly perv, but a more goofy, junior high kind of skebe... I feel like i want to say so much, and yet everything i type out sounds lame, or wierd, or confusing... but i feel i must rant. so here i go. I hate my car. It is filled with the devil and i want to get rid of it as if it was Damian, or Rosemary's baby... i have a super strong gut feeling that it's gonna overheat and die on me and i'll be carless AND broke. Please daddy, win me a car* And i wanna start making my shite, but i'm broke and can't really do it, and i feel that whatever i make gives off a 'not quite right' vibe. And i know i should start hauling ass and packing, but i feel sooo lazy and retarded in my designing abilities that i just wanna jump in a pool and drift for a couple of hours, cuz finding a new place to live is a bitch... and having no cable sux... and being lazy, drags on... and always having this urge to run away haunts...  trying to get my bearings to start a label is driving me insane. Since i found out that there's this japanese band called the EXACT same thing as what i wanted my brand to be called, i've been totally futless. And i keep asking all my friends for advice and everybody is dishing out CONFLICTING arguments, even though all make some good point or another. And i find myself enjoying this as much as having needles driven under my fingernails. But the main thing is to keep the drive alive. Hopefully this is a sort of 'second creative wind chance life calling' that i could turn out to be something worthy. Oh please, oh please, oh please, give me some sign that it'll work. so am i famous yet? *oh nayyy... i'm already having delusions of grandeur from my friends up in SF peddling my buttony goods. and as for my pending clothing brand. God.. i want things to be going already... Reading (and Finishing) Viv's book Don't Sleep With Your Drummer have been very motivating. I feel like i can do anything! and even if it doesn't work, i'll know my limitations, thus expanding them all the same. And i had another dream bout 'him'. This time, i know for some reason, it was triggered by an email from Todd. How the 2 are connected, is a long ass story.....* I hate reading over previous entries that sound to complicated to read (see below). Or that, at the time, i was way too excited to type properly, or in a gramatically correct fashion, and so it comes off as a big flaming pile of poo. And i have all these discriptions, which at tha time, seemed most crucial i write in, only to making me sound retarded. Maybe this entry now will be the same. Maybe i'm doing it again like a moron... i need brain food. I'm gonna make some seaweed soup for dinner. So last nite was a frickin' headache. Bang! totally sucked. They wouldn't let Mr. Eff's band singer into the club cuz he didn't have ID, not even without a drinking band. Tha dude is over 30! and me and Kat got to the joint AFTER the Dandy's did their set, blame the fact that it took us over 40 mins to look for parking. And the fags working the door are really getting on my nerves. Too high maka-maka for my taste. Also, it was Jessica's bday and i never got to see her cuz by the time we got to the bar, it was almost 2 and the bouncer wasn't letting anyone in. But on the good note, the daytime was satisfying. Got to meet up with Kat, Dan, Rese, and Ryan @ 101 Cafe for some brunch, then went shopping. Dan got a haircut at Rudy's and i picked up some new audio pleasure. Ate at the Hillshire again and AGAIN got too see Eljah Wood (hence the new nickname-namechange). AND gotta message from Candra that they sold most of the buttons! YAY!! I know something u don't know. And he knows something we don't know. But we know something they don't know! Had a good converse with Rese last nite. I just realized, it's been like 3 fukin years since i've hung out with her or talked with her like we did last nite. Man, and in junior high, we use to chill every fukin weekend AND see eachothers asses in skol. Damn, it was nice. Oh yeah, and i'm still brimming. Brimming like an art moose. Planning on meeting Vivian for lunch today, cuz skol's in and she's gonna drop more knowledge on my ass. I'm brimming with art-c madness. Jana and Candra are down here visiting me from SF, trying to decide if they're gonna love it or leave it in the coming year. Both are looking for some new local. And so I dished out most of my savings to the auto guy, got my car back (with the seatbelt hazzard sign lit, fukin pissing me off), trying to show them the 'hip' places of LA (GiantR store, Vice, XL & XGirl...) Showed them Battle Royale, and my episode tapes of Invader Zim and the Osbornes since they haven't seen any. AND they took me to this mega art store, which i have fallen in love with, to get a silk screen set! I figure, since i couldn't take a fancy-smancy class at PCC, i might as well become Uber Art Girl and do it my-fine-self. That's DIM mothafukah'! So yeah, Jana is teaching me the ways of printing on my own, cuz if Can-j's 14 yr old niece can do it, so can i. So et-chan, first up, i'm gonna make a stencil of your logo and print it on a junky shirt. and if it comes out good, we can start small and simple, like with underwear. ^_^ I am so full of motivation. So much motivation i have to give.... Trying to think on the positive in my current gloomy doom. Rudi was nice 'nuff to send me an email to uplift. Tanks gurl* and yeah, it could be worst. i could have had no savings which would put my current situation in debt. So i'm trying to get on the money making path after all my friendster visits. First off, i gotta make a page to sell some shite. Buttons, little things i make with yarn and stuffing, maybe some other shite.. To whom will make such purchases, that's another story. ~_~ Second, need to somehow get a 2nd job that pays pretty decent. Dont want my paychecks barely covering gas and meals. Third, do a secret magical ritual in which my parents will either 1.win a car OR 2.hit the jackpot while in vegas. yay i like my plan. And i'm getting excited seein' Jana and Candra, hazzar~! I am officially fukin broke. Car damages totaling a wop-my-jaws 2300$. Fuk. Thea runs into the fukin' corner and cries....* and to top it off, PCC is insisting i re-apply to enroll this semester. So no art classes for Thea either. Life is hectic. My work is crazy. My car is in critical condition. The LA air is hot and thick like soup. I have people visiting me from friday on, for the next 2 weeks. I have -49’ in my back account. Skool starts in less then a month.... But on top it all, i am inspired to come up with a crochet design that i can make cute little creatures to sell. Like a true Capricorn, my money situation is my top priority, and the goat in me is wanting more greens. Update! update layout! check one, check 2 |
||
 |
 |
 |
Make contactMes Amies! - rudi | mr. efff | kidkut | alex audio delights! Refused T(I)NC the Dandy Warhols Hot Hot Heat Pretty Girls Make Graves Adult Yeah Yeah Yeahs Duran Duran david bowie Gravytrain Freezepop Ladytron recently acquired audio pleasure You're Still Young At Heart Var. Churchbuilder Patty Darling The Capricorns The Stooges Funhouse The Strokes Room on Fire Bright Eyes The Story is the Soil... The Stills Logic will Break Your Heart Teenage Shutdown Vol. 11 Girls In The Garage Vol. 1 The Stills Rememberese (EP) Marilyn Manson The Golden Age of... Shinehead Rough and Rugged WiR Lado compilation Bright Eyes Fevers and Mirrors Bright Eyes Letting Off the Happiness Prefuse 73 One Word Extinguisher Johnny Cash the Man Comes Around the Neptunes Clones AD DJ Shadow Private Press(Japan Import) Mad Lib Shapes of Blue Cut Chemist - Mad Lib Bunky's Pick Pretty Girls Make Graves ST Avenue D Grade D Beef Dandy Warhols Welcome to the.... ~linkies~ Have some tasty Cake! Fever to the bone... Destination Ruby soho~ Spicy Rice in your life. The New Sound of Rome. archives 00 01 02 03 04 05 06 07 08 |