I'm not mean and got a neck full of razor bumps, I'm not the classic profile of what the ladies want.

This is lame, I know.
Nobody reads this, I know.
I've been looking through my old pictures on my flickr and realized that I fucking love taking pictures. I guess it's because I have the worst memory in the world, so without pictures I'll forget everything ever. I always seem to miss the past (unless there's people I started to hate in the pictures, then I get pissed off). But, every time I take pictures now I'm always thinking in my head "i hope i miss this when i look back on these pictures in a year". I just like missing things? Maybe it's a reminder that everything doesn't always sucks. Who knows... Either way, I haven't picked up my digital camera in so long.

A quiet moment, a café, a piece of pie to end the day, à la mode, coffee too, here's to you friend, here's to you, here's to you.

There never was a city kid truer and bluer.

<3
Can't stop listening.

Question.

Saw Question play,
that's always a little life changing.

This human form, Where I was born.

I found this film in my room and recently had it developed.
It's from about ten years ago.

This is the best thing I've seen all week.

It's no fun to be yellow.

"Maybe I'm not all yellow. I don't know. I think maybe I'm just partly yellow and partly the type that doesn't give much of a damn if they lose their gloves."

How do you lose two wallets within the span of 4 months? I am not sure, but I definitely did it, and it's making me a little impressed and depressed at the same time. J.D. Salinger died yesterday which was even worse news than the wallets. He's been my favorite author for a while and I'm in the process of getting a J.D. leg sleeve. I'm only 3 tattoos in, but now the tattoos seem a little more important. That's probably a shitty thing to say, that people are more important once they're dead, or that things are more valuable once their creator is dead. I don't know if it's true.