Raise your hand if you love Crayola. I've rekindled my love for the brand recently.
I'm close to writing thirty journals. The stories and poems are getting longer and less creative, the caricatures are getting uglier, and I never seem to find myself emotionally.
This is late in my life but I'm a recently converted sock enthusiast. So my Mom buys me socks and underwear, 'cause I'd be lost in that aisle if I had to choose, and she finally goes beyond the realm of plain white and gets me some baller-status, I'm getting buck tonight, socks. Fuck yeah, and thank you, Mom.
One morning before I ultimately decided to ditch my volunteer work, I was listening to Flosstradamus and got the idea to get a diamond tattoo. My brother drew up a diamond and I got it hours later. Having no camera, I drew up its location on my arm. If you've seen my Texas tattoo, then you know its placement. Its scabbing right now which is an awesome and tedious experience.
Raves are the new Korn concert here in El Paso, Texas. Its the perfect excuse for e-talking on a Friday night. El Paso is getting buck this year with the rave and electro and dance and techno and house and whatever you call the noise that asshole with the laptop is making scene. With the drug war in Juarez all the DJs are coming instead to El Paso. Great news for us. An upcoming show we should all attend is The Bloody Beetroots. They play April 17th at 69, the night before their Coachella appearance. This video is a nice teaser to their show. Granted they look like and probably are rock star assholes, but you don't have to talk to them. Just roll and touch yourself. I did that one time. Awesome.
