Just finished a drawing for a musician who asked me to draw something with a lemon tree in it. I did that, as well as a mad trippy forest around it, ghosts and fairies floating through the trees, trying to get the falling lemons(lemon juice = ghost fuel) and weird dingo/ dog/ deers trying to drink the lemon juice lakes forming underneath the trees. Then in the sky, above the magical forest, are these ET angular, translucent shapes ascending from the sky down towards the forest with an unknown language written on it. I did all of this sobre so that should shut anyone up who thinks I'm on hard drugs doing these things :P

I am calling it "Tropical Voodoo Spirits"(also the possible name of the recording group me and a mate have going right now)

Forgot to tell you guys about yesterday morning.

I held not only a countdown to 420, but also the very first party I ever held. The amount of appreciation I received from how great my party was immense. Besides a brief scare my friend gave us about cops coming to our location, everything was better than I expected. Not to mention how incredibly drunk and high everyone was, including myself. I wish all you guys were there, it was a pretty unforgettable party.

Why would you put period blood on a chicken? Is this some kind of Satanic ritual?

Why.


It ain't the end of the world.

Cock is also a synonym for penis...

The only thing that I remember from yesterday is that I was playing with my band and we were doing some really intense free jazz stuff that was seriously badass. Next thing I know, a guy who was watching us play was on the drums and our drummer was watching us play as we were doing regular jazz. I also remember throat singing in a field, setting off explosives in a drainage pipe, reading Pride and Prejudice, and almost dropping my friend's upright bass. So yeah, yesterday kicked ass. Happy holidays to those not employed by the federal government.

It's been a couple of wanky days and I had too many blonde moments at work today but at least being new means I got away with it!

I drank four cups of coffee way too late and so I was buzzed and running around and felt like I could see the future if I vibrated fast enough.

Then I worked on an essay exam for my literature class and I'm pretty sure they were the best mini-essays I've ever written.

And now I've been working on another long exam while coming off of my caffeine high, listening to L'Orange, Gonjasufi, Stooges, and now some Black Angels.

I can feel the coffee leaving my body, floating into the air, energy forever lost.

Trying to finish before I evaporate, cuz that would suck.

I love the Black Angels! Turned out my day got better because I listened to them too.

I know, sis. Just trying to be funny.