|Thursday, November 8th, 2001|
|Tuesday, September 25th, 2001|
|Sunday, August 5th, 2001|
My dog was put down.
I cried for 3 hours.
I hate people and life.
|Thursday, June 28th, 2001|
|please wipe the dried blood from my fists and dab some dew on my dried eyes
I haven't slept for two days. I'm tired. Whenever I close my eyes I only see fear. Fear creeps into through my eyelids. I could sew them shut and it would still creep in. One of my last friends left me. I failed at friendship. I think about my art and i remember looking at the artwork of artists and fear what I am not. I fear my future more than the present. I have lovehandles. I don't want to be become like my father.
What if I do go to art school? What if i manage a steady art job? A job where i don't work around people on a regular basis. I'm still suck alone in my house with no friends in the future. I don't get a office job where i can say "hello _____ every day." Life intersts me less every day.
My wrist piercing is starting to hurt. i think i'm going to have to take a scaple and cut about... -- deep into flesh to get the piercing out... and about -------- wide.
Oh the fucking wonders of my life. Hardly even understand why i bother breathing. Current Mood: sleepy
|Friday, June 22nd, 2001|
some day my page is going to get insanely popular.
people will like me. and i will have friends. i will have a well paying job and people will want to use me for money. i won't let them. i will have concerts in every room of my house 24/7. the best bands will play in the bathroom. cause there is nothing better than peeing and listening to a sweet band. peeing and listening to a guitar solo. ooo. that's just to good.
my mom told me to go to bed. :(
i like sonic.
i'm reading the book "choke". it's funny. it's by the guy who wrote fight club. Current Mood: sleepy
|Thursday, June 21st, 2001|
|Wednesday, June 20th, 2001|
| Current Mood: okay
|Tuesday, June 19th, 2001|
this page is fucking pointless
i just downloaded this livejournal thing.
very intersting. now i can update and never have to look at my page. muwhahah...
or something. Current Mood: mischievous
the picture below. will be altered with chemicals in the future cause i dislike it. Current Mood: uncomfortable
|Monday, June 18th, 2001|
This is a piece called "tribute". My dog is currently in very bad health and isn't getting any better. so i drew a tribute to him.
Current Mood: sad
click for a close up
|Sunday, June 17th, 2001|
|mmmmmmmmmmm. computer fixed.
SCANNER = WORKING
AUDIO = WORKING
CD-WRITER = WORKING
i'm scared to plug in my webcam thing... hmm... i think i won't take the chance. Current Mood: dorky