read this

I guess she saw the movie.

must see this

I got really fucked up today. I go into work and first thing, listen to how fucked up I got, first thing is I count the money. Totally f'd up. By now I'm already a little buzzed, but I decide to stock the shelves anyway, just lighting up my whole day. For about 15 minutes, that's right 15 minutes, I ring people up - on the register. By now I'm doing air guitar I'm so goddamn jazzed. But I say to myself, "Self, are you going to get fucked up or not?" So I go ahead and scan every out in the store, right? I mean I'm walking into customers, tripping over endcaps, hallucinating because I'm completely high. I'm so high I think I see elderly people buying vitamins and shit. FUCKING VITAMINS! Just when I'm about to top it off, I call it a day and trip balls the whole way home.

#400#

This is my 400th post, dear readers and viewers. In honor of such an occasion I have decided to post a choice few of my paintings. Vain-glorious? Dear me. Boastful? Well, yes, possibly. Self-congratulatory? Goddamnit, YES. And furthermore, there are even more paintings on my Flickr site.