Empathy for roller bladers. Im so sorry.

TCAF WAS AMAZING. This is me reading Mr. Deforge’s Kid Mafia #2, with my bad fucking ass Annie Koyama bag. Hoping to go back tomorrow and get some signatures and of course like 9 things I didn’t have the money for today.

Edit: I actually don’t even read like that I was just bein’ a poser.

this weekend was essentially a bust. i spent a lot of money on stupid shit, suffered through a massive hangover all day post-7 am wasted staying out too late stupid life and was reminded again of how much everybody sucks tonight.

didn’t go to “plastic world” or work on the blog or my business card. nope. just drank like a foo. sigh.

I did manage to get my nose pierced for $12 dollars and take these awkward fotos of me licking my ukulele. I dunno. Maybe one day I’ll change location for my selfies haha.

tonight

• disposable cont[i]nents mission statement
• dingbat final
• child’s toy thumbnails (err, a little.)
• start water color <— fail
• read
• adventure time
• knit
  
  and i’m off to do the last three. no sleep for the wicked.

slushees now in “tumblr hair” flavor.