sewing the seeds of hate.

SEWING ZIPPERS INTO GARMENTS SUCKS ASS!!!


I just made a red mini-skirt to wear with my geisha kimono for work this week, and it was the first time I ever made something that had a zipper... and even though I wrassled with that stupid thing for like half an hour and didn't think it would pull through, I TRIUMPHED over that zipper bitch!

FIGHT THE GOOD FIGHT EVERY MOMENT! EVERY MINUTE, EVERY DAYYYYY-YYYYY!


Ah my sewing machine. She's 1000 years old, weighs 1000 pounds, and likes to give me shit from time to time, but I love that fat bitch.

the loliest lol that ever did lol.

CLICK!



Holy god.
Annnnnnd I'm spent.



Why is it that everything I find the funniest in this whole wide world has to do with Phil Collins?
Case in point, part two: Ju-ju, ju-ju, ju-ju, ju-ju j-j-juuu!


Oh what the hell, while we're on the subject of awesomeness, watch this, too! Hey Donkey, what's goin' on? You're a donkey. I like that. You eat apples, right? I produce Entourage.

teenage rampage.

I'm fucking bored and everyone sucks! Boo to your moms.


It's almost 3 am and I am still awake writing nonsense. I guess it's time to drag my stupid ass to bed. Things feel boring and "on pause" lately. Why?
I want to play music and I'm sick of not doing it. Maybe now that Dave and I have a room basically dedicated to making music, I will actually start to whip up some tunes.

Let's party or something. It's supposed to be Rocktober and so far it feels more like Not-tober.


Go jump in front of a train!