Oh baby you, you got what I need

I really, really need my DRUGSSSSSSSS.



Well, those are E, and all I want is my boring, legal, prescribed ritalin so I can do homework. LIVING ON THE EDGE. Anyway, Health Services and CVS and Aetna Insurance are all dicking with me this week. "The motherfuckery of the American health care system," is an excuse I've never given for late assignments before, though, so there's that.

Ritalin is weird stuff though, you guys.



That little old lady is HIGH AS SHIT. She's peeled 6,347 potatoes so far today; she is a goddamn potato-peeling goddess machiiiiiiiiine yeahhhhh.

That's not what my vagina looks like.

This painting is The Origin of the World (L’Origine du monde), painted by Gustave Courbet in 1866.



According to postcard sales, it is the second most popular work in the Musée d'Orsay. Here it is in much higher resolution.

It's all very scandalous and controversial and I'm not really sure why people get so excited about a sanitized, labia-less crotch shot that's another classic example of the male gaze that prevails in Western art, but hey! Vaginas are scary, especially when they have pubic hair.

Courbet was a chill dude, though.

HAPPY BIRTHDAY SARAH BEAR-UH

A CRUCIAL ADDITION:



This beautiful girl, who is clearly expressing her strong opinions on many important topics, is my best friend. Today she turned 20, which means she is a grown-up, so the world better just watch out!

Also, she said we could start a blog together, so maybe that would mean I would have one that got updated like, ever.

way out in the water

Guess whose beach weekend got canceled because that's how her life works. YEAH, THIS GIRL.



Really it was because one of the boyf's, uh, "business associates" got, uh, "jacked at gunpoint" by, uh, "four black guys in a Chevy" and he was nervous about his rent money.

BUT I STILL MAINTAIN IT ONLY HAPPENED BECAUSE I WAS SUPPOSED TO GET TO GO TO THE BEACH. What good are my cute shoes now, I ask you?

that girl is a bad girl

I'm bringing three pairs of shoes for a two-night trip to the beach.



CLEARLY I AM DANGEROUSLY INSANE. But I will look sooo cute!

easy like Sunday morning

So there's a boy. And we had sex last night. And I haven't thought about anything else all day.

FUCK YES.

This is the Hermione Granger costume I wore when THE MIDNIGHT SHOWING OF HARRY POTTER 6 ROCKED MY FACE OFF.



NO THIS ISN'T EMBARRASSING WHY WOULD YOU SAY THAT.

Mission accomplished.

This is the face of TRIUMPH. That's what you get for keeping me awake, Mister Fly. That's right. You get DEAD.



I would have shown you the remains, but it's late and they were pretty gnarly. By the way, I'm really bad at blogging, had you noticed?

one night only

I've put myself under house arrest until I finish the papers I got extensions on, but I HAD to see Mike. If I had a main man, Mike would be my main man. He is a crucial dude. He is a buddy and pal. He has a mustache, which I think says it all.

I have no idea what he is doing in this photo, NONE AT ALL, but I am sure it is totally innocent. Like daisies and puppies.


THE MUSTACHE. I AM FASCINATED.


Wooooooo, caaaaar. The caaaaaar I have to driiiiiiive.


This sign said "Cullen St" and I got embarrassingly excited.


He called my destroyed jeans "slutty" and I showed him my fierce tai chi moves. It was great.

and away we go!

Texas summers are a bitch, so I decided my jeans needed some ventilation.

Using some unfortunately named razor blades:


I shredded the shit out of them:


... and they came out looking like I'd been attacked by a small animal of some kind. But like a really PUNK one:


jeans, Levis; shirt, Diesel