How am I going to pay

for all the modifications I want… need. Is it fair to say I need them if my happiness is dependent on my having control over my own body in this way?

What a dry spell

we’re having in my good old Hometown. 
Apparently it’s being made example of as we’re a college town. I wonder if I could petition the city council to let up the pressure so they can do more important things like build that new high school out on the east side that we need so much

Step 1 Find resin in a bowl you thought you killed.

Step 2 Get high…

Step 3 Rant on tumblr :D Yay!

Step 4 ???

Step 5 profit.

These are the 5 steps to dry spell catharsis. (Also make sure your facebook is closed and forgotten.) 

Step 6 Don’t forget to sent those photos to your punk rocker crush from Photography class last summer. (If I only had a chance) 
That’s another thing. My girlfriend for no apparent reason has ceased to talk to me. period… which I guess makes me single again. We’ve been so far apart it was only an inevitability I guess. It still feels weird though that when I meet her again it’ll be essentially to make it official. Whatever “official” means. I swear though. What’s with fbo? Is it so importiant that a group of our peers and people we’ve added for politeness to our “friends list” be informed that somebody’s dating someone else? Will our generation’s children find it as strange as our parents find it?
Jobs. Let’s talk jobs. Why is it that everywhere I go now, if they’re hiring at all, the application process seems to be as follows: Go home. Get on our website online. Submit your application there. Wait by the phone. Yeah, riiiiight. As if. Nope, I’m in there practically every other day. “Hello #3 on the list of places that hasn’t told me to go away yet.” Because that’s how I’ve always got jobs. 
And… wow. Things I didn’t know. Parents are fighting again. I knew one of them was sleeping on the couch, but now it goes back a year. A year I haven’t been here. I suppose I recall it a bit from the end of last summer… whatever, it’s their thing. 
This is getting a little depressing. Jesus! Oh well!
It really is a beautiful day out, and I’m getting back into techno. I’m wondering what I’ll pierce/tat next. I really want to get that first tattoo done, and I’m thinking a wrap around Zia. I also want some clear black-light tats running from that down to the palm of my hand, and depending on how much they show without UV, some… on …. my face. Don’t hurt me. 

Well, I better stop while I’m ahead (and have a head).