rawr

you know, i was actually gonna blog something (i though would be) interesting. i took photos and everything. honest.

but its too much fucking hassle tonight. im hungry and cant be fucked converting photos from .raw, saving them, making them smaller so photobucket doesnt have a cry and take forever, actually upload them to photobucket then struggle with blogspots retarded photo adding functions.

its not like anyone really reads this anyway.

if you do . . . then thankyou for reading my silly rants and complaints. things get interesting around here sometimes, i swear!

peace

The cougars got rugers, swans with bombs and beehives full of knives

Fuck. Job. Hunting.

And fuck my current job for being so stingy with hours that im fucking forced to leave. Fuck everything. I wish i was fucking good enough at something to make money out of it. 

Fuck.

as i recall, it was a horror film

Jizz in my pants still cracks me up 

and i love how wiki breaks down the plot of this song and it becomes funny on a different level

''The video opens with Samberg singing in a night club. As he is invited to Molly Sims's apartment, he prematurely ejaculates, or "jizz[es] in [his] pants", in the hallway. Taccone then ejaculates in the check-out line of a grocery store, where Sigler is working. Justin Timberlake appears as a janitor in the grocery store. Samberg then leaves a movie theater, when the discovery of a missed telephone call from a girl causes him to prematurely ejaculate. In another scene, Taccone is seen driving his car, listening to the radio, when a song begins to play that reminds him of a girl, and causes him to "jizz in [his] pants". Samberg and Taccone then begin to sing about how they easily "jizz in [their] pants" from an alarm clock, opening a window, the truth about Bruce Willis's character at the end of The Sixth Sense, and eating a grape. Next, Samberg and Taccone explain that, whenever they are next to girls, they ejaculate prematurely, which, they say, necessitates constant wearing of condoms."

feeding fire with firewood

fuck. ouch. fuck.

one of my back teeth is retarded so im constantly biting the inside of my cheek. 

and now its bleeding.

shit off.

excuse my rant.

just because.

xx

ice flow, nowhere to go

i fucking love the mighty boosh. and ive got a big man-crush on noel fielding (right)

its been hot. too fucking hot. laptop is making my hands shweaty. and why is it such a hassle to upload photos to a blog?

other than that, not much is new. still freaking out about interviews but ive at least got a good chunk of photos ready to go. im still waiting for work to back-pay me before i can get printing done . . . ive got about $20 to last me till thursday. balls to that.

the cake is a lie

45 degrees. too. fucking. hot.

currently hiding inside working on photography portfolio . . . which ive got like two weeks to finish since ive been putting off on account of nervousness and general hatred of my photos.  so i figured id finish the last half of it off to have it done then spend the last week or so going over it and adding or subtracting things. ive just finished going through my film photos and they pretty much suck. ive managed to find one shot that i fucking love and a couple that are maybes . . . i mean i love the maybes but they dont really fit in.

ugh. sucks.