KAWAII!

We can has teh keggers!

Come on down to San Marcos, kids, we're gonna tear it up.

Nom nom nom.

I am the luckiest little bean ever.

Liz (bless her) got the most delicious coffee creamer in the world.

Imagine this, kids: English Toffee.

Done.

Can has teh kitten?

No.

No, I can not.

What I can have are a snake and a tarantula.

Heh. You read correctly, Aaron.

We can has a tarantula in the living room. Drop by and see it some time.

They're special buddies.

It's actually a little creepy how well they get along. I'm convinced that some day they're going to tear one another limb from...erm...entrail, and I'm pretty sure Luca (tarantula) is going to win. I wanted to name him Aragog, but no one appreciates the nerdy names.

Well, bah humbug to you, too!

Speakinawhich, A Christmas Carol is out.

Go do it. The skinning looks so legit.

Nao!

I would post pics, if I had any, but as everyone knows, I'm a huge picture phail, and never take them.

BUT!

I shall have you lot know that I'm in San Marcos, recovered from a bout with the flu, getting re-addicted to gaming (thanks Aaron, you twit), and generally kicking ass and taking names.

NOT!

Well, everything but the latter.

I need a godsdamned job.

Pineapple is a fruit, not a name.

So...I've been swearing up and down that I'd do it, and whinging because Josh went out of town just before I left Houston, but there's a lovely bloke at Shaman Modifications by the name of Pineapple who did me a second dermal anchor.

If you want a piercing, he's the man to go to.

I still think his name is ridiculous.

Three weeks of healing time, and I'll be good to go for another spike. Hurrah!

The Child Thief

By Brom. Go do it. You know you want to.

all your headaches are belong to me

I am not well.

Not well

at all.

I blame Obama for my weather-change flu.

The end.

And now, for something completely different.

I haven't updated in for-ay-ever. That's cause I was working seventy-hour weeks, and couldn't be bothered. Now that no one is reading this dreck any longer (good for you), I can say whatever unrelated nonsense I want, and shan't be judged. Heh.

I'm leaving Houston, moving (again!), tomorrow. Yes, am terrified.

I watched the Monty Python-a-thon on IFC last night. God, I love Idle and Cleese. They make my inside bits happy.

Also participating in NaNoWriMo for the first time, which is also terrifying, but fifty thousand words only comes out to about 1700 words a day, so I'm not exactly in the shit.

In further news, I am now obsessed with George R. R. Martin's Song of Ice and Fire nonsense. Guh. Give me big facially scarred men with pyrophobia any day. Or Jaime Lannister would do just as well. Twincest!

Erm...oh. The reason I'm actually updating is cause Severin Koller with the beautiful cheekbones is back in business. I watched him ages ago, mainly because he's an incendiary prick who's actually really good at what he does, and is passionate about it.

He doesn't just shoot a couple pictures in high exposure, or in sepia, and think it's amazing because he did it. Now, I don't know the first thing about photography, but I know all about artistic passion (because I'm sure I haven't it any longer), and he manages well. I don't mind a swotty git if he actually knows what he's talking about.

I'm not sure whether I'll be updating regularly from now on, but we'll see.

Oh, God, I'm terrified.

sehr questionable

josh says he can draw roses coming out my ass.
i'd rather he didn't and just stuck with the sketches i gave him.

faux vacations

i'm not coming back,
but pretending's fine.

Sometimes I'm just tempted to KAWAII!
Right now is not one of those times.
I have to go to work.
Guhh.

Creep

Usually, when someone's skin makes me want to cry, it means they're a massive trauma burn victim.

illogical.

my plug-in baby
crucifies my enemies
when i'm tired of living.
?!

Goodness Gracious

I have found a new artist to be madly in love with.
Paul Mellender.
Check him out.
He's got a Llewellyn-esque love for the classic, uses dramatic Carravaggio-style lighting, paints in oils and does gorgeous pencil sketches with great realism...and is kind of cute, too, for an old geezer. Go look him up. His ID is Kourete on the dA.
Also, I can has a new iPod?
!

ingrate austrian

i can't believe i forgot severin.

borzoi?

Ooh. Today was a good day. Not to die, just a good day in general.
First of all, Betts rang. Squee!
Heh. I always squee when Betts rings. It's rather humiliating, and probably annoying for him to have to deal with over the phone.
But.
Yes.
Also a woman walked by with two borzois! They're my favourite dogs at the moment. Tall, skinny, lazy, with big eyes. I wants one. I wants a big grey one, and I shall call him the Skraeling.
And he shall adore me with his enormous brown eyes and skinny muzzle.
Oyez.
Betts shall send me pictures of the baaaaby!
Who is probably bigger than me by now.

Piggies!

Dan is never going to find a piglet as cool as these.
GIVE UP LOSER!

Watch Piggy Ear Flaps and more funny videos on CollegeHumor

there was a scooter boy

So I work next to a Jimmy John's, right? And there's this bloke who works there, who rides a scooter to work. It has orange bits, and a skull and crossbones on it. He's pretty. I fancy the pants off him.
Has a swirly, colourful arm-piece. I'm so very tempted to go over during his shift and flirt the name of his artist out of him, but he really is way too cute. Glasses and dark hair.
Oh, I need to stop fancying boys with big tattoos.
No.
Wait.
I don't.

Oh My Darling

Happy birthday, Terry.
I do love you an awful lot, by Io.

A Ten Minute Dream in the Passenger's Seat

And if you swear
that there's
no truth
and who cares,
how come you say it
like you're right?
--Conor Oberst (whom I think is a bit of a pretentious wanker)