I'm allergic to growing up.

hey so ya know how i was talking about Peter Pan. i woke up this morning and it was on tv. i cry every fucking time i watch that shit. no matter the version, i can't help my poor little self. its like, god, why can't we have it all? peter wants to be a kid forever and just fly around all willy nilly, but his heart aches for the love of a real family and a real life! "To love would be an awfully big adventure."

people should write their dissertation on this story. its really deep.

"You know that place between sleeping and awake, that place where you can still remember dreaming? That's where I'll always think of you."  ARE YOU KIDDING ME!!!! that is fucking ripping at my heart right there. if someone said that to me, i would just start bawling like a little, fat, poopy diapered baby.

"Dreams do come true, if only we wish hard enough. You can have anything in life if you will sacrifice everything else for it." seriously, that is advice anyone could use!


"Never say goodbye because goodbye means going away and going away means forgetting."

i'm going to end it all... in a fish bowl filled with J.M. Barrie quotes and a gallon of Makers Mark. See you never.

"You move me to pity--you are so weak on this Earth made of granite"

I could make dentist office posters with this kind of shit. fuck, who am I? Okay, fuck yourself. This was a great day at the beach with a friend who is actually not my friend. I mean, what is a friend? Who is this kid? good question. i could probably go to jail for taking this kids picture and then posting it on the Internet. his name is David Lepell and he is 7 years old, lives in Davenport, Ca. His parents thought that a dog was a good nanny and that is why he is at the beach, with this dog, talking about the best book that has ever been. I told his parents that they need to read Peter Pan... that dog just let those kids fly away... geez!

I want short breaths.

burrrrr. life can be so cold.
who wants to be an adult, anyways?
this is me... in a world that i don't want to understand. who fucking gives two rips about money, anyways.
I'm lost... looking for a place to get lost.

complicated. fuck. sometimes things get _____.

I know that things get complicated, even in the Canada. Been there, done that, loved it.
I would get complicated with anything Canadian.
Short breaths.

short, short breaths.

When I was in Canada, I cried about how stunning I thought it was when the sun set into the deep blue. Thank you life, for the things that I have and more over, for the things that I don't have.

touch my buttons

yum yum yum. i would love to do all the things that i said i would do.

i love having strange men in my house.
i love telling people the same story, over and over.
i love touching buttons with a little bit of love.

Craig, your list is so luscious.

tea time in the tub with cannibals

i'm going to make a product line. tested on animals, made of animals. Cruel-to-the-T. i will make all the test animals wear Slim T's and i will feed the animals to the animals, like cannibals.

i have been in the tub for 3 hours now.

tub time w/ ty segall

eat more drugs, learn, be a better person.

hey you dumb fucks... be a mushhead like me! science is blowing my mind, like all of the time!

i want to be a mycologist. or actually, i should say, i'm going to be a mycologist. not because i like to get high on mushrooms, no, its actually because i think fungi is really interesting.

yesterday, i woke up to a dozen roses, hot coffee and homemade breakfast (remember when i was talking about Dad=Rad...) and i have not been more excited to actually be awake. unfortunately, my bad attitude crept up on me, like how this nail fungus snuck up on this poor sap.

so we went on a walk in forest park to remedy this problem. i found at least 5 different species of fungi. one of which i can not identify. but never mind that. the morel (hahaha that's a mushhead joke, morel, moral, do you get it???????)  is that i need nature in my life, like every fucking second. i sat in my lame house(which needs one more person in it (ie i need a fucking roommate)) filled with things that make me want to curl up in a pile of coarse woody debris to end it all, but then i saw all the coarse woody debris and i thought about how much i want to munch on mushrooms and make marry of my life.

fathers know best.

i'm going to move into forest park and mush out on my head... see you never.