Might As Well

I'm typing this from my parent's house, where living really isn't so bad, though for years I've been swearing otherwise.  If it wasn't for the freedom to get fucked up every waking moment that Philadelphia provides, I'd probably still be here.  If I end up not finding a job by the end of the month, this is where I'll be for the next few, probably at my old job, working with John Andrews, not giving a fuck.  I came home yesterday and saw some friends, and to be totally honest, I can't say that I'd be so disappointed in moving back in.  It'd be a huge pain in my ass, but I'd be living for free.  I'm attempting to look on the bright side here.  Difficult, but the sliver of attempt is there.  It's there.

Typing This In A Towel

Fair warning:  if I don't get what I want (not deserve), I am leaving again.  Philadelphia is more of a downer than Tom Hanks with AIDS, it's getting real hard to stay in this city, and I'm not happy about that. Miami, New Orleans, Puerto Rico (grand theft boat), California (not yet), here I come with a vengeance.  COMIN OUT FOR BLOOD AND SHIT. YEAH. I'm thirsty for the tropics, right now a  swamp-side orange stand is where I need to be.  Shit's destiny, shit's fucked up though.

Today/The Only Fortune Ever:  "It's hard not to remember dogs forever."

Score!

To sum up what it said before:

FUCK YOU EVERYBODY.

Yesterday myspace got "phished" and I had to change my password.  I can't remember what I changed it to.  I was finished with that shit anyway.

Tattoos

I'm going home to tattoo Jason today, I'm probably going to stay at my parents house tonight, I hate taking the train back at night because I'm scared of black people (not really).  Yesterday I went for a job interview at a pizza place, it's a cashier job, but I'm going to attempt to wiggle my way into the pizza chef industry as a way to expand my future in the American work force.  Clever, I know, but my plans take far too long to follow through with, I foresee myself moving back to New Jersey (because I have no job) as a possibility.  If that happens, I'm leaving again until the fall.  Art is dead, framing is dead, pizza remains unfettered along with Urban Outfitters and Kraft Mac and Cheese.  I'm going to update this later today, don't think I'd leave you hangin'.

DAY 1: An Introduction

Since Mid October, When I returned from Europe with no money, no job, and no concrete plan for the future, I've had some time to relocate and grow.  I've also had plenty of time to fuck myself and act like and an asshole, a key strategy in the "grow" part.  This "blog" will serve as a personal reminder for myself, and a way to minimize explanation to my friends and loved ones.  Here, you will be able to read about all the dumb or seemingly outrageous things that I do/listen to/involve myself in/lose sleep over/eat.  I always promised myself that I would not do anything like this, but I am desperate to keep myself occupied.

Sobriety: 100%

Currently Playing: Ballskin - DOOM (Born Like This, 2009)

Embarrassment: 65%

Body Temp: Low

Recent Epiphanies: Should have taken that job in Rome.

I owe lots of money to my mom.

No Photos for right now.