i hear you, mosquito, and i will find you.
and you will die. or be shoo’d outside. where you will also likely die.
(p.s.: i guess my webcam isn’t broken anymore. yay?)
Posts tagged my dumb face.
this is what the bottom-most part of my face looks like right now.
sometimes i drink things and am photographed.
also, i sometimes forget acquiring what can only be classified as jock friends. you know, the dudes who would have hated my weird ass in high school.
these dudes are alright though. good times, sirs.
my chin is naked for the first time in quite awhile.
everywhere feels a little bit colder. this probably won’t last.
also, peep this tvt caribou shirt and accidental murder stare. i’m so very intimidating.
i guess i forgot to mention that i got a pretty awesome point and shoot for christmas.
also, i have a pirated version of photoshop. and i haven’t shaved since tuesday.
bam.
oh. hey, guys. here’s a picture of my part of my eyeball, because what’s going on or whatever?
totally don’t feel like putting away laundry… ugh.
also, facehair update: 15 days.
i might get promoted like CRAZY SOON at work. beard related???!!@ maybeh.
i’m boring as fuck. think i’ll draw on my arms with sharpie later. probably while drunk. deal with it. or don’t. because this is the internet… and who cares?
i am in no mood for how fucking cold it is in here right now. i feel like trying to sleep would be futile at this point. that’s why i decided to take a picture of my face and now write some words about the things that are in said image, because why not?
my face is there. i’m not sure what that expression is. just reaction to the cold, maybe? i dunno. i guess it has all this hair on it now. that’s a new thing, sort of. i’ve never let it do its thing for so long. we’ll see how long it lasts. i did some trimmish things to it, below the jawline, just for the sake of itchiness, especially since i have to wear collared, uncomfortable shirts for work. otherwise, shit’s just growing. it’s been 11 days. if anyone cares.
jesus, my eyes are fucked up. it’s great. i’ve “worn glasses” since i was 4, but since i lost the last pair i had (5 years ago) i’ve gone without. i really shouldn’t, though. technically, i’m not allowed to drive without them. mostly, it’s that my left eye is a fucked up piece of shit. it’s lazy and wonky. mostly when i’m tired, or not paying attention to it, it gets a little cross-y. my right eye can see things damn near perfectly, near and far. if i close it, though, FUUUUUCK. i couldn’t read this text. most street signs. books. nothing. so i should probably take care of the good one. at any rate, i’m probably going to take advantage of work benefits soon and get some of those again. maybe there will be photographs. maybe not.
i used to sort of like my eyes. one of the most indelible compliments i’ve ever been given was that my eyes collect all the colors around them. i don’t know if that’s accurate, especially at 4 in the morning, but it made me feel fuzzy and stuffs. not that you could tell in this grainy thing anyway. also, i have stupid long eyelashes. i have no opinion on them either way, but because of convoluted memories, when i notice them, it makes me think about my grandma, then i smile and get a little wistful.
fiesta shirt! bought this from the stiletto formal when they jaunted through southern california. they play frantic, all-over-the-place, eccentric rock and roll. i enjoy their music. especially the guitar. but that’s for another time… just know that i love wearing a shirt that has ‘party’ printed on it around 75 times.
couch bed. because i’m sophisticated/forever alone. also, it’s comfortable and warm to sort of sleep up against the back part of it. which i guess is part of the eternal solitude…. STILL. it’s great.
i have a deftones magnet with the virgen de guadalupe on it. they’re as close to religion as i’ll get. plus, even as a non-believer, i’ve always been a fan of the image itself. it’s bold, and sort of triumphant. and may i say, i’m quite a fan of the secular adoption of spiritual iconography. sometimes symbols need to be stripped of their weight to remind us that they are all, without fail, intellectual constructs. whether religious or otherwise. if we didn’t create them, we are at least responsible for assigning them meaning. that meaning can change or disappear altogether given the right circumstances. let’s not give them such power. i’m all for aesthetically pleasing forms, but if we take them so seriously that they lead to hatred and fear? too much.
anyway, i guess i’m done. maybe i’ll crawl into a tunnel blanket, put tunnel blanket on the ole speakers, and try to turn my brain off for a bit.
have a pleasant whatever, person who’s reading this. fuckin a.
oh, to be an animal.
hello. i'm stev(en). i like music and other stuff. i live in or around los angeles. i'm great at speaking english, kissing, and remaining upright when thrown off balance. i feel, in most cases, that women should keep their hair long (because it's gorgeous). also, i'm one of those agnostic people. that might come up from time to time (though generally only when i'm attacked about it in real lifes). we'll see.
