Born under Mercury along the Cali coast.
Feministic attitude with DIY ethic + ganja love.
Whilst shredding about four bags of scratch paper and such, I came across some collage envelopes I put together in the summer of ‘09.
You’ll get tired of me telling you how adorable my boy is. He wiggled himself under the blanket.
Jess Max:
I forgot to post this on your birthday a few days ago. I’m on a posting spree so Happy Belated.
Dear Mother, Here’s What I Learned Today in Sex Education…
The definition of santorum, as elected by the gay community, 1. (noun) “that frothy mixture of lube and fecal matter that is sometimes the byproduct of anal sex.” Or as you call him…Rick.
YEAH.)
My tiny craft fingers appreciate the pockets. I’m going to order some. But I’m going to smoke a joint with the crap papers I have now ;)
Upon the original Twilight’s release, and subsequent TwiMania that followed, I attempted to decipher the vampires of film that predated the luscious Edward and company. This is all that remains of my research.
I may not be able to save the world, but I change my own for the better.
I rest easy knowing I will never contribute to this brutality.
The new bong was broken within a few hours. Like any DIYers we knew the key was duct tape. Works like a charm again.
Came across this propaganda in my newspaper. Looks an awful lot like someone running for the Presidency, don’t you think?
I promised my girlfriend I would grow out my hair to how long it was when we met four years ago. The deal expires in summer so I can chop it and let my hair breathe during the warm months.
It’s been so long that I forgot how ridiculous I look with long hair. My hair’s too wavy and I don’t primp my hair on a normal basis anyways so when it’s long and unkempt, it’s even worse. So I remembered why I had an excess amount of headbands all those years ago. My point? Have a rubberband around my wrist and a headband in my pocket at all times.
