Go & boil your bottoms, you sons of silly persons!

I spent yesterday moping around various rooms in my apartment. The best place I found was in the shower. I typically hate being in the shower for longer than say..15-20 minutes because then I start to feel soggy.

Yesterday was my exception. It’s the one day a year I allow myself to dramatically throw myself on my unmade bed, pout and listen to god awful sob music.

Sal came by with a bag this morning to fix my sob hang over. One bowl and an hour of Monty Python later, I’m cured.

Or as Python would say…"I got better."

My meeting with RIcky and Chaz secured my job. Of course, it required a compromise with Chaz. I’ll work from my dad’s beach house while away. Whatever loosen’s the fuck stick from his ass.

I need a damn hobby.

A client of mine wants me to apprentice at his Tattoo parlor. I’m considering it, simply because I have no life. 

Work is about to start and I’ve yet to put clothes on.

Clothing is overrated. Work as well.

I love myself better than you
I know it’s wrong so what should I do?