Because I want to let my friends and family know that I am not up to anything either. Pedaling and living, taking and giving. Mostly taking.
Monday, December 26, 2011
Saturday, December 24, 2011
Fork You.
Christmas coming early again. Mr. Schaaf, showing us the difference between ordinary and extraordinary. You know- that "little bit extra"! Enjoy it, I will.
Saturday, December 17, 2011
That's not Aftershave, it's Kerosene. The Rope is Soaked in It.
What a hole, indeed.
Too freaking good. All of a sudden I'm in a Christmas mood, ready for the festivities.
If you hear any noises, it's just me and my boyzez.
Wednesday, December 14, 2011
Front Street
Shelley sent both of these to me as a packaged deal. And she's right- they compliment each other very well. Excited for my buds. They know this! And, of course, for cat wrestling. Sting, off of the top turn-buckle...
Monday, December 12, 2011
Friday, December 9, 2011
Tokyo Bay
Great song. Greater guitars.
Someone in the comments goes, "I think he's talking about his Honda Civic." I had to laugh.
Sunday, December 4, 2011
Sight/Flight
So dance around it,
pretend that you found it,
still everyone knows not to answer.
If you're with me you're with weed and TV
and the rest of our three guilty pleasures.
Saturday, December 3, 2011
Thursday, December 1, 2011
Sunday, November 27, 2011
Friday, November 25, 2011
Tuesday, November 22, 2011
Nine!
"Just tell me this: what were you doing during the war?"
"World War II? I wasn't even born yet."
"Right...isn't it funny how many Germans are saying that these days..."
Sunday, November 20, 2011
Blew it.
Didn't turn out. Too lazy to fix it. Gonna cheel with Anson and company tonight- this is coming with!
Monday, November 14, 2011
Catching Up! Falling Down.
"I was glad that you called, you were glad I was home; it's good to know you're still alive. We shared stories of heartache and laughter, for the rest of the night."
Thursday, November 3, 2011
Botched
"So I go to use the restroom, turn the corner and- dude's shitting in the urinal. Just crouching, didn't even try to cover up his junk, just looking at me like, 'sorry dude- I had to take a shit'."
...is the sound that the mother makes, when the baby breaks...
Monday, October 31, 2011
...Or Treat.
I'm always focusing on the negative shit I see and hear everyday, usually following my observation of it with, "this is why we're not gonna make it. This is why humanity deserves to fail".
But seeing a 4 year-old standing at your door dressed up as a flying monkey from The Wizard of Oz, and hearing him whisper "thank you" after you drop a Kit-Kat in his pillow case? For a split-second I'm not mad at anyone.
Sunday, October 30, 2011
Halloweiners
Landon and Robbie like to decorate for the holidays. We talked about Thanksgiving and Christmastime decor, and if they follow through- damn. Should be good!
Perched.
Robbie rolling. Making eco-friendly look good.
Fwendship.
Goth as fuck!
Grandma TJ caught me creeping.
Allow smoke to dissipate. Warning- may exacerbate asthmatic symptoms.
Really good time. It's just that I am a little bummed I didn't bring my camera to Jordan's house party. One o'clock hit, Landon and Jordan took over DJ responsibilities and proceeded to turn a mellow dance floor into a full-fledged mad-house. Just raging, and it didn't quit until 4:30am. Was seriously impressed, both with the musical mastery and all of the party-goers ability to get (and then stay) down. Can you kick it? Yes, you can.
Wednesday, October 26, 2011
Tomorrow on MTV
"...Beavis and Butthead appear to be offended by MTV's Sixteen and Pregnant"...
"This chick is a horrible actor," Butthead says, but quickly changes his mind. "Wait a minute, I think this is real."
Beavis: "So she's not a bad actor, just a horrible person."
Monday, October 24, 2011
Tuesday, October 18, 2011
Cold Coagulate
The boy stood up and got his broom and put it over his shoulder. He looked at his father. What are our long term goals? he asked.
What?
Our long term goals.
Where did you hear that?
I don't know.
No, where did you?
You said it.
When?
A long time ago.
What was the answer?
I don't know.
Well. I don't either. Come on. It's getting dark.
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