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okay, so heres the sitch.

 

my apartment's amazing. (i have stated this, before. word, that..)

so like...the area's pretty dope.
artsy people & fags, like EVERYWHERE.

you could find cocaine in everyones sugar containers...on any given street...
yuppies, and starbucks....
lofted ceilings, and retro furniture..

i love it.

most days, i spend cleaning the house.
we still need to get a couch,and all that good shit...
but we gots our bed....and mad canvases.

ryan and i have been spending alot of quiet downtime doing art. hes a good roomate to have.
when we arent trying to rip eachothers throats out.
but thats what best friends do, right?
word.

anyways...
the jobsearch is still on.

i've been applying like..everywhere.
i really wish i could be in richmond, but....that aint an option...
(richmond is alot more forgiving of girls with dermal piercings in their foreheads, and tattoos on their necks)
norfolk's doing well for me, though.

spent the past week at the mall...like constantly...
made me feel like i was a god damn teenager again.
i grew UP at that stupid fucking mall.
bought some cool shit...blah blah blah.

i walked into the hello kitty store, the other day and asked them if they were hiring...
the lady fucking just....stared at me. her jaw dropped...and i started laughing.
im like "JOB...APPLICATION? you KNOW?"
she just shut her mouth and shes like
"here"

shoved it towards me
im like
"whos your manager?"
shes like
"IM the manager"

heh.
scratch THAT place off my list of job probabilaties....(yes. i spelled that wrong. im not fixing it)

anyways.

the only reason i wanted to fucking work there in the first place, was cause....you dont expect to walk into this pink...hello kitty ...happy happy joy joy-store...and see me....all like "hey....how are you? can i help you?"

it would be great.
if it wasnt for that fucking cunt that worked there, already.

fuck you, tiffany...or whatever your name is. you looked like a tiffany.

ive been fucking around with my webcam lately.
i think im gonna become a webcam girl, on the side.
you know...diddling my hoo-hoo....for pervy old men to watch.
*hells yes.*

i dont have much else to update on.

oh, my biological father died, the other day....
i cried for a large portion of the day, and didnt eat...and stayed in bed...until i talked to my best friends. they made me feel better.
that man never made an attempt to find me...
im 20 fucking years old....
i mean, come on.

i guess i just was crushed, cause like...i wanted to meet him, and i guess..settle my insecurities, and maybe fix my abandonment issues i have.
cause' theyre reallly reallllllly deep.
so. yeah.

hes dead.
guess he o.d.'d from heroin.
what do you expect though, from him.
he was the drummer for the punk band THE GERMS....
(my mom was a fuckin punk groupie....who fell in love with a drummer...jesus.)
but  i guess i have him to thank for being my sperm donor.
thats whatsup.

OH! and i found out that i have a little sister, who lives in italy....(wtf?)
apparently he had 2 other kids (i knew about the other one..my lil brother..)

but i guess my sister is like 18, and looks JUST like me.
i wanna find her.
that is CRAZY.

thats the end of my story.

i guess im gonna go fuck with my myspace.

*Logan*

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that was like...2.5 weeks ago.

t'was fun.

 

check out the back tattoo.

 

what'chu know about wu tang?

thats what i thought.

 

=D

so i moved into my new pad.

it is fucking crazy haunted.

it is fucking amazing.

i have the entire middle floor.

and it rules.

so...most of my days, have been spent..on my roof..up there... (the 2 windows in the middle on the left are my bedroom)...or eating sandwiches...or working on canvases.

i have smoked a total of 13 packs of cigarettes in the past 5 days.

i have been having panic attacks..

i want to kick holes in the walls.

i love it.

 

i am finally fucking free.

 

*on a large side note....moving in together, with a significant other...is bad news. just to let'chall know.*

 

i found out how to use my webcam. so...that rules.

word up.

so i went at 10am this morning. got the keys to my new digs, in the city.
fucking finally, i have somewhere to be.

now i can start looking for a job...blah blah blah......my hubby and i can settle down...and things can be good...good..good.

its a big ass...3 bedroom...hardwood floor pad....with 2 bathrooms....a little quaint kitchen....and access to the roof thru the fire escape. its a big victorian brick house..thats like 169 years old....marble porch, big huge pillars on the front....amazing views of the city....its so awesome. and ill be living like 2 blocks away from my best girlfriend.

life is falling into place.

pictures of the place up soon.
looks ALOT like this.

except its in the heart of the city....

its f'n awesome.




=D

it was fun...i took my photographer to a nearby tunnel that is just PLASTERED in big name graffiti....and since i know every f'n writer IN there, i figured i would just pose in fronn'a my boys shit. it was wet as hell...i got my nikes a lil dirty..but it was well fucking worth it.  *side note...i walked thru the tunnel in some old vandals that i didnt give a shit about...=D * hahaha

lemme know what'chall think...

personally? i think i look outrageously hot. not to toot my own horn, or anything.
hahaha

im out.


-LOGAN-

YAYY its my butt.

 

 

revel in it. it is beautiful.

 

 

 

oh, and.....i got THESE, the other day.

 

stoked?

 

you have no fuckin idea.

 

farhaad has another thing coming to him, if he dosent think that theres a godsgirl here, thats gonna challenge his nike game.

 

step up, nigga.

 

mwah.