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miike snow - animal

these are fake. but not for long. i want metal hairs. i’m working on my metal beard. it’s beardy.

also, GPOYW: for all the GPOYW’s i’ve missed in the last few months edition.

i got kinda drunk last night at my friendsgiving and all i wanted to do was listen to coliseum at full blast and just chill. with a cigarette. and brood. fucking brooood. but they didn’t have it. that’s why i hate thanksgiving.

(via iwantmybearsuit)

cute girl hang time. wine and cigarettes in an empty room.

got the new keys to my new AWESOME place. a weight has been lifted. never in my life have physically felt stress off my shoulders. it’s an amazing feeling and i’m still reeling from it all. i honestly thought i’d have to go back to fucking chico. how terrible? but, now i have an awesome job (albeit, menial) and a great house in a great location in san fucking francisco. i’m gonna actually live here. weird. now i need money to fill this room up. and a camera. and a new computer. shit, man. i’m still gonna be broke for months. it’ll be worth it, though.

hipcumon:

beforetheymakemerun

ned hepburn, please do something with this.

iwantmybearsuit:

deconstruct:unsolvedmysteries

i got the house on oak and fillmore last night after only 30 minutes of talking to all the roommates. i’m so pumped. it’s a huge room. i don’t even know what i’m gonna fill it with. i’m fairly certain it’s the living room of this old victorian only by assumption. most houses that i’ve been to in the city have the living room facing the street, which is where this one is located. there’s  a room, and then another, separated sort of office area that’s about two thirds the size and a closet attached to that. i mean, it’s like i’ll have my own place with a communal kitchen and bathroom. it’s amazing. i’ve been thinking about what i can put in it. the essentials obviously; bed, desk, dresser. but, i’ve got so much to work with. i was thinking about getting a rocking chair and little side table to put by the bay windows and book shelves everywhere. i could turn the little side room into a “chill zone” with a love seat and table. i really want to get a hookah, too. and when i have enough money, i’m gonna get a light system and back drop to do portraits and photo projects. so much to get done. i plan on living here for a long time.

iwantmybearsuit:

(via insomniapit)

i’ve never been much into blondes and yet have some how dated one before. and had a few crushes. i honestly don’t like the blonde all that much though. it’s too prep-school/cheerleader for me. the exception; when they’ve got style and have a dirty sense of humor and smoke like a four alarm fire. basically when they do all that bad shit that’s “unacceptable”. the juxtaposition between what the blonde hair screams; “i’m nice and book smart” and buying a bottle of jack  and being so drunk you’re walking all over parked cars at 3 a.m. in black ankle high boots is what makes a blonde chick attractive. doing what people assume you won’t or aren’t capable of. surprising everyone.

nedhepburn:

lego Stephen Hawking.

this reminds me how i don’t want to get old. not looking forward to it AT. ALL.

today at work this old man, this regular who orders the same thing and then forgets what he ordered or if he even paid, saul, came in for the third time right before i got off work. i really had to pee before clocking out, i had about 10 minutes left on the clock. i knock on the bathroom door for courtesy’s sake only to be yelled at through the 3 inch particle board by saul, senile and decrepit. so, i wait til he comes out. i’m obviously the first person after him to use the toilet as i find his healthy, old man dump left, unflushed and shit on the seat. streaks.

fucking depressing man. i can still smell his shit as i think and talk about it now. i don’t want to be so useless i can’t even wipe my own ass. or for that matter flush a fucking toilet. please, put me out of my misery at 50.

just found out this is the girl i have a huge crush on. you know, the one that was breaking my heart. apparently she works right down the street and is just as awkward as i am. which just makes me more heartbroken. she’s been coming in more and more lately and we’ve exchanged some words. i’m not sure if it’s because i think this girl is cute or if i’m reading too much into it, but i feel like there’s “something” there. you know? i mean, i’ve only ever felt the “something” with a handful of girls and i’m feeling the pull right now.

today’s my friday and i’ve got two days off starting 5 hours ago. i’m gonna go into her work, despite my nerves, and ask her if she’d accompany me for a taco and beer. i feel like she’s normal and would appreciate my forward honesty over lame pick up lines. not that i have pick up lines or would ever seriously use one. i really only have my honesty and my pessimistic cynicism and useless knowledge of early nineties movies and music references. i hope that’s enough.

prepare for the doug martsch novembeard. it will be a proper beard. IT HAS BEGUN.

and… i’m sick. awesome. i can feel it in my head and my glands. jesus. at least i have a couple days off. i mean, it’s gonna suck not really feeling like doing anything, but i probably shouldn’t anyway. drinking will inevitably make it worse. i think the worst part is when you blow your nose and your ears get plugged up and then stay that way for hours.

so, it’s o.j. for a while.

this is pathetic because i can’t even use my brain at full functionality (whatever it may be, not much to begin with, i’m sure) to write anything better than my being sick. that’s like talking about work outside of work; intolerable. but fuck you. i’m sick. i get to talk about or do whatever i want or don’t want to. that’s the best part about being sick. you never have to justify you’re doings because anyone questioning them looks like a dick, like they could give a shit that you feel like hot garbage. and that’s just inconsiderate. although, that’s usually how i feel when someone else is sick; “get over it you fucking baby”. seriously. not saying i take advantage of being sick. but, it’s hard to hide the fact that you’re sick when you sound like kermit the frog in under water. they just kind of take it upon themselves to shove vitamin pills and herbal extracts down your gullet. so, fuck it i guess, free medicine.

being sick has it’s benefits. i mean, if you don’t die or whatever.