hungry kids and butt sex

you might have to click on it to see it properly.

breathing to death

if pure, unadulterated death could be distilled into a liquid, it would be trifluoroacetic acid.

not only will this shit eat through gloves but it rapidly evaporates. said vapor turns into this nice whispy white smoke when it comes in contact with air, dissolving itself into the local atmosphere instantly making it hard to breathe.

yay for TFA!

fuck all this nonsense

anybody want to drop everything and move to athens, ga?

how 'bout nashville?

let's go!

how to get sued

new stuff up at crappy paint art.

revel in it's glory.

I SAID REVEL DAMN IT!.

bipolar thought patterns

• one of my favorite things is rainfall in the sunshine. imagine my joy at the same phenomenon but with snow.
• there is a term for a divorced 27 year old with no permanent housing, a substantial amount of debt, no prospects for significant employment into the future and absolutely nothing to show for the last 6 years of his life - loser.
• i did a post mortem on my spending over the last 90 days. i never want to go to a bar again.
• coolio was arrested for crack.
• meghan mccain is pretty hot - for a member of the hitler youth.
• if someone had the imagination to dream up the TARDIS why has no one had the imagination to successfully bring one to market?
• does a jewish magician cast a spiel? (from NPR)
• i'm losing my desire to leave the house. ever. for any reason.
• the beard and glasses are successfully isolating me from the opposite sex.
• on friday my grandfather is having surgery remove most of his midsection. if you want to know what that means, get in line because i do too.
• i hate everything

just a suggestion.

attention single female seattlites!!!

i am looking for a new place. as it seems that all people vacating tenements this month are in fact young single females, i just wanted raise the issue that it might be a good idea to put your soiled undies in a hamper or under the bed if necessary. i'm not offended or anything but it's a little distracting to see your dirty g-strings strewn about the floor like the workspace of jenna jameson's on-set costume coordinator. i'm interested in your room not your preferences for vaginal support.

trip highlights

• gave an anarchist and a quaker a ride to olympia and portland, respectively.
• the quaker asked me if "being married changed my outlook on dating or relationships?" i explained "no, i am just as sappy, stupid and trusting about these things as i always was and i continue to take everything that everyone says to me at face value" just kidding.
• beat james woodhead at scrabble.
• realized i left my photo card in my computer and bought a new one for $7.
• rode I-84, stopping at every state park that didn't have a fee.
• visited multomah falls. took generic pictures.
• entered mt. hood national forest. pulled off to try out the snowshoes.
• locked my keys in my trunk.
• tried desperately to get my dying phone to work, eventually walking into the middle of a snowy pasture where i intermittently got 1-2 bars.
• eventually got ahold of roadside assistance.
• waited two hours
• tried to remember my boy scout survival training from 16 years ago; started considering which arm i should eat first.
• it started to get cloudy.
• it started to snow.
• tow truck guy shows up.
• more showshoeing.
• ate dinner at microbrew in hood river.
• went to aunt debbie's in portland.
• told her i just wanted to rest and drive home that night. fell asleep 15 minutes later.
• woke up 10 hours later.
• drove home