we've been out of toliet paper

for months. years, even. or at least that's what it feels like.

i keep finding myself in public bathrooms desperately unrolling as much toliet paper as possible and stuffing it into my pockets, or at parties, drunkenly going through sink cabinets in search of an extra roll.

toliet paper has become what a loaf of bread must be to a starving person.

Dear David Choe,

you are the man. here is a drawing i did from a excerpt from an interview you had with some dude from juxtapoz magazine.



also,
neckface,
i had no idea you were a real person and modeled my alter ego after you for years.
thanks for being such a huge influence. even if it was an accident.
(i know that my drawing looks nothing like you, but that's what i would look like with a penis, a knife, some courage, and your name)

poster i did for some friends at 1am this morning:




i love everyone in sonni shine and touch. they're all a bunch of talented little punks... i recommend catching a show if they come by your area.
the tour starts july 17 and ends august 18, check out the dates and places on their myspace http://www.myspace.com/sonnishine

sometimes i make birthday cards

and they come out like this.





left over coloraid + old family photos = what i like

dear myself,

it is a lot harder to make realistic looking chicken nuggets out of cut paper than you think.

love, me

eating crab meat, gazpacho beans, and croutons in a bowl because it's the only food i have

oh, the life of a college student

free ice cream and helium at work today.

my sister graduated high school this weekend, so i had a chance to talk to teachers whose names i couldn't quite remember and they couldn't quite place my face, but we had a lovely exchange of pleasantries and i got to lie to everyone about my wild graphic design success stories.

it hit me later on that i have very little time left in the schooling system, and the thought made my stomach hurt and my head light at the same time. i'm getting these re-occurring nightmares that i used to have when i was ten, in which i can't pay off my mortgage and the government comes to my house and takes away all my stuff. Not that i knew what a mortgage was when i was ten, let alone now. but it goes to show you how crazy i am. Lewis Thomas (this lovely biologist who writes about life and humans and DNA) says that humans are worry machines. It's what we do best. worry and be curious. He is quite right. about most things, i think.

Lewis Thomas is so great. i have a crush on his book. what a dreamboat...

(i just realized mortgage has mort as a prefix. I think gage means promise? something along those lines? how clever, pay off until you die. that really is horrible.)


now that my sister graduated, we're going to modeling school together:



funny, because this is what we really look like in every day real life. slobbish and bored.