I've got crabs in my milk.

I drink Old Milky like it's going outta style.
I'm slowly building up a collection of wine.
It's a good thing.

I'm feeling vaguely artistic these days, and starting to actually paint.
Got a big canvas on the go.

I want SO BADLY a Suzuki Kei Mini Truck.
They are beautiful.
Sooooo beautiful.

Kevin bought a beautiful new camera that has taken up residence in my bag...

I'm putting the word out about starting a 'zine.

Sound good anyone?

Sunday = Birthday

This is where I will start my debauchery.

I have a place in Victoria now, part of my things are moved in.
I am ready to go back to school.
Now.
Right now.
Fuck August, please end.

I turn 20 tomorrow.

Awesome?

MARTIN!

My brother broke Kevin's camera (which is the one I use... it's essentially mine...)

Can I afford a new one?

beeTdub: This is my brother Martin, dancing. For best viewing, please turn your head to the side or the screen.

Oh fuck I forgot

I find it ironic the last title is "I will never 1-2-3-4get".
What did I do?

I haven't been taking pictures.
These are old.
Perhaps.
Moving.
Will change that.

Summer's been hot, my Macbook is making weird noises, and I have no work for the month of August yet.
I haven't spoken to two people in my life who were supposed to matter, and I'm wondering if I can survive another month and a half.

I want more tattoos.

I will never 1-2-3-4get.

Oh the rest of May Long.
How did I used to function at work completely hungover and ready to puke again at any second?
...I wish I was the same.

Don't you forget the doctor.

Sweating penguin flesh like it's in style.

I could paint all these stories and have creative fodder for a lifetime.