Farhaad's journals

Hello friends. How is everyone today? I am doing well. I have questions about hand tattoos. As you may, or may not know, I have no tattoos. None. I've been into the tattoo culture ever since I was a young teen, but I never got one cause my parents said they'd disown me, then have me killed. Well, maybe not the killed part...but you know what I mean. Two parents from foreign countries with old school morals. That wouldn't fly. Anyway, fuck them. It's time to disobey them. I feel like my idea would be best represented if they were placed on my hands. I'm talking full coverage, like, the size of Vegan_Jacob's piece. I don't want to get into it too much because, of course, the hands are a job killer, right? I have to think about the future and blah blah. I don't know where I'll be after college and all that shit, but we will see. I've been looking at artists and all that mess. Just trying to research, you know?

So, I have a few questions.

Hand tattoos. Like em? Hate em?
Do you have hand tattoos? How bad was the pain compared to the other tattoos you have? Where do you work?
If you don't have hand tattoos - Why don't you have any? Work? Not interested?

Help me. I'll buy you Rocky Road.

Disclaimer: I am not copying Vegan_Jacob's design. I was simply mentioning that is the size I am interested in going for. So get fucked, you haterz.

-I am incapable of being in a bad mood for long. It's wonderful to get over things in a jiffy. Yeah, I said jiffy. There are many things that make me smile and put me in a good mood almost instantly. My favorite is violent rap music. It makes me extremely  happy. To all those who are constantly shitty, can't shake a bad mood and have bad days on the regular - You need to cut it out. Have fun. Relax. Drink a Guinness or your beverage of choice. There's too many beautiful things around for you to be down about any kind of bullshit. Don't let anything get to you. Enjoy life. I mean it.

-Happy 4th of July!!!!!!!!!!!! FUCK CANADA DAY!

"..There's a party in my pants, bitch, and I wanna invite ya.."

-I've decided going to hop on a plane to somewhere before the end of the Summer. I need it. Why? Because I have the time, I'll make the best of it. It'll be my last real vacation for a bit. School and Work are going to get in the way of travel eventually. I don't know how long I'm going to be in where it is I'm going to be. haha. Yes, I have to be cryptic about it. I can't have some trick double cross me at the airport, ya dig? Streetz iz Watchin'. Better yet, "..The word on the street. They cant trace my rap sheet. Still, I creep swift, trying to slip on heat. The word on the street. There's things way beyond deep. Promise me you'll keep your mouth closed, and no leaks.."

-I haven't been going out lately. It's just been basketball, food with Julene, or drinking a Guinness with Annaliese and Andrew at their place. They're nice people. I feel like my core group of friends are growing apart from me, though. I don't think there's anything I can do about it either. I'm sure it has to do with the majority of them being pretty conservative, and me being super liberal. I feel like that gets in the way of everything, including simple things like conversation over dinner, or just watching the game. I don't get it. I really don't want to get it. I'm gonna end up friendless like the guy who played Samantha's husband on Bewitched. He was nuts when it came time to die. haha.

-And now, the many faces of Farhaad:

KillYouHaad:

NWAhaad:

AutumnSaidShe'dGiveMeHeadHaad:

TryingToFigureOutIfThisHoAtTheBarIsHotHaad:

YourJokeWasNotFunnyHaad:

ThisIsSomeGoodAssWaterHaad:

WhichMemberAmI?Haad:

Damn,RobKessingIsFatHaad:

HeadFromAutumnIsSoSoHaad:

LoveHaad:

-The end. Now a line from my favorite song.

"..This is recreational wreck to keep y'all illin'. Sound off with rounds off, rock, like Bob Dylan. With 1 million and 1 guns, 1 million and 1 sons. Cap peelin', put two in your lungs. Brrum brrum.."

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-Check out that cool ass Widow's Peak I've got. Anyway, pink eye. How embarrassing. I dont think it helps that I got poked in the same eye last night during a basketball game. Oh well. This gives me a reason to buy an eye patch. And now, here's the video for the greatest song ever:






You ain't ever seen a Chevy with the butterfly doors.

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