it feels exciting, touching your hand...

Jill and I are going to go to Long Beach on Wednesday and check out the Buffalo Exchange there, I'm all taped out, by choice, so Ill watch her try on her hip tee shirts. It will be fun.

I need to work on my bike, and get it nice and clean so I can sell it. It needs a new back wheel, new tires and inner tubes, new handle bar tape, and an over all tune up.
I'll try and flip that thing for 150 or 200.

I'm going to buy some rings for my plugs, for the 5067694758th time, both of my ears are messed up right now, it's those damn gold coated plugs, well, gold colored at least, they irritate my ears.

These eyes,

It's been a month since I last posted. and I have 5 followers now. whhooaaoo00aaoo00aaoo. But blogspot wont show who they are...
anyway, yay me.

I sold a painting to Pat's mom, then blew it on art supplies, i regret nothing.

We saw (by we, I mean every person I have ever met, ever) saw Title Fight, Cold World and Touche Amore. it was fun. though a little aggravating but we don't need to go into that. Taylor and I held hands while stage diving. Pat was totally stoked that night, stoookkeeeddd

and now, a couple day later, im here, on blogspot, hating christmas.