another hungry mouth to feed

in the ghetto.

i've been stressed, but alright at the same time.
the lab was wicked yesterday. 6 hours of museum pieces goodness, with special guest christian simmons.
after the lab a few more hours of museum pieces at the seahorse. garett is the person i've been spending most of my time with. in class and outside smoking.
can someone do me a favor and pry open the bars on my window and knock down my door?

my dad's doing alright now. but i've had the pleasure of listening to conversations about how much cops fucking suck. which is lovely.

derrick!?! where are you!?! are you back yet!?!

could someone beat the shit out of me please?

i want to feel better about my dad

fegjtw

my parents were back again today. my dad's not doin so well. it's just his shoulder but, still. it's enough to worry about.


i kind of got drunk with them at dinner tonight. i got 3 double gin and cranberries. it cost $18. my dad got mad and made me leave the tip. they brought me to the military base where they're staying. it was WEIIIIRRRDDD

sweet babe. let me stroke it

pj harvey is awsome

my parents brought me my new computar yesterday. nothing is better than being sprawled out in the middle of a (clean) floor updating my blog and singing along to 'rub 'til it bleeds' on my new (to me) ibook g3. it's so clean and white.

my parents took myself, my brother, jordan's brother daniel and jenny to the italian market to sample some of it's goods.
my mother agreed that my boss looks exactly like prince humperdink. it's uncanny.

my father had his surgery this morning. i hate his job. he's been shot, beaten, and hated by so many people because of his profession. i feel selfish all the time that i'm the only reason he hasn't retired. i wish i knew who busted his shoulder.

'i would masacre them unrecognizable; i would beat them so hard, their grandchildren would come out bruised'
-me, being menacing

to the creep in the basement apartment next door

although i appreciate not hearing you have raunchy sex anymore, the BLARING TECHNO MUSIC is no alternative!!!!!!!!!!!

you need to recgonize that there is a WALL between me, you and whatever weird skank you're banging. and when a 19 year old is in total old lady stance, banging on her bedroom wall and yelling "SHUT UPPPPPPPPPPPPPP"

TURN IT DOWN.

i didn't fall asleep until 5 fucking am. and i work in 45 minutes.
mother fucker

america's next top model is class...

...next to carmen electra's testosterone-packed version of the show, MANHUNT!

it's basically men taking off their clothes and carmen electra giggling. gah.

i love not sleeping. the television is GREAT!