bone thugs and harmonies

all my friends are ghosts

but i guess that just proves that ghosts exist, mission complete, team opal disband.

last night i wrote a list of the furniture to take to my new apartment. during the day i robbed a bank.

a frozen-over motel pool



and a sasquatch


and, something to look at, hubert duprat and his wormies.

http://www.leonardo.info/gallery/gallery314/duprat.html

brewed sweet tea.

one more month

until i am 21. i am already making a list of things to do after i grow up all the way.

1. get wasted with lindsay lohan/paris hilton/anyone else in this genre?

2. get wasted with helen martins

3. get wasted with werner herzog

4. get wasted with felix the cat

5. get wasted with the guy who created world of warcraft

6. get wasted with aimee goguen

clearly, i have my work cut out for me.

also, i have other weighty decisions to make.  i found a pile of high school trophies in my garage.

ok. good first post.  oh yeah, and if you find any good childhood journal entries, scan them and send them to me for this blog. i think that's mostly the real reason i made this anyways.  i thought those would be good to post.