what up Lynwood?

sorry, but i cant help but laugh..sure, its probably buying me some time in hell but fuck it. i just met two guys who are awaiting a jail sentence due to a dui and here comes this girl thinking she can do whatever the hell she wants. fuck that. do you know how many times i havent read my mail, or didnt know something but still got in trouble for it? i just dont see why she should get away with it...this is America! if she wants special treatment then move to a third world country where corruption is accepted and digested. god, and they say immigrants are to blame for the regression of this country(but more on that later i dont want to get pissed off right now)...and i'm not promoting corruption in any country either.

i also went to first thursday and actually saw some stuff i liked...
so, art: http://wolfecontemporary.com/exhibitions.htm


but i somehow cant shake off the urban outfitters feeling...does that make sense? i'll put more pics up later.

and things seem really clear right now. this past weekend was like a rude awakening or something. i just looked around and was like (yes, that makes me sound stupid) like, like...this all bullshit. fucking up isnt cute anymore...for fuck's sake people are having kids, getting married, getting into huge debts(yes, plural), getting fine lines(including myself). damn, i'm getting old. thank god for tranxene...and you can google that shit yourself.

*first image "borrowed" from the dallasnews.com, photo by Nick Ut,AP. i put a new image cuz the last one "disappeared", maybe this one wont...maybe.

before i get yelled at

i keep hearing how people are doing heroine now, or at least smoking it. whats up with that? hmmm, makes me wonder if iraq is our vietnam,whats going to happen to us? i mean look at what happened to all those hippies after vietnam, and what happened to the soldiers. then again we were never really hippies, then again the war hasnt ended...memorial day weekend just passed. it was sad seeing all those mom cry and beg for their kids to not be sent back to iraq for the 3rd time(what the fuck?).

before my boss comes and yells at me here is one of my favorite illustrations by Eunice Choi, enjoy:

it wont stop until you stop

i've come to the conclusion that this (left) is probably stored in the same part of the brain as this (right)or at least the memory one, not the real one...

my mom told me she dreamt that somebody had me tied up and wasnt let me do anything...i also dreamt my former history professor was smiling, in that "i told you so" kind of way and asking me where the fuck my work was at. "i told you, you were smart"...whatever jarvel!