Fun with capital letters.

Word, so i probably should write more but i'll try to keep this short, since i am tired, have to be on the bus at 6:45am, and am high and on nyquil, which one recommended dose surprisingly fucks me up good. still even after taking it for a couple days... crrrrazzzy. right? anyways, so a few posts ago i posted a picture of a mosaic i made before and bitched about how i dont have it because the jew bastards i used to work for HATE THEIR OWN PEOPLE (i mean, yeah, that's what i'm doing currently...) and won't give or sell me my shit. SO FUCK 'EM. i had my beautiful friend who is a WELL PAID employee liberate me the supplies to recreate it so that i could have it on display in my room. to be honest, i had my doubts she would come through with all the tools or right amounts or something, but damn... i guess there is a reason i keep her around. nobody else has come through on some stealing some shit for me in a minute like that. glass is expensive and risking loosing your job (although those FUCKHEADS are too HIGH ON FUCKING PILLS all the time with their HEADS UP THEIR ASSES to notice) is an honorable thing to do for a friend. awesome. so a bottle of gran marnier with 7 sugar free redbulls and a fuckload of weed and it was arts n' crafts time. the work took from 9pm until about 2:30pm, with few breaks. chocolate chip pancakes made for you on valentines day morning is a good way to start the day. yeah.. i'm going on and on now, nobody fucking cares.. HERE'S THE PICTURES......


Yo, that is a nice shirt. Starting work at 9pm. Check out that sweet mosaiced disco ball lookin' lamp. super sexy lighting for these pictures, also really nice quality camera. i want a camera with a manual zoom. maybe one day.
















6 hours later, here's what you got. Mosaics take FUCKING PATIENCE.

















Notice now how there is daylight in this picture, seriously, A LONG FUCKING TIME.

















If you're somebody looking to make fun of me, note the bloc party punchline on t. Yeah, glass particles go everywhere when you cut glass, and when you're messed up and sleepy and eating a jamaican beef patty (BANGINN!!!) sometimes shit gets in there and you don't notice til it's cutting your gums and lips.

















Seriously, this picture was taken around noon. Saturday.

















Also, you can make fun of the bag of weed in front of the mosiac that you can hardly see. Like i've said before, girls like some dumb shit, and i like some girls. sometimes. like these days. and stuff.

















Yo, this is slash. this motherfucker is a pimp, i hate to admit it, but god damn i respect his gangster. way to go living in a house full of rich sexy girls with love to spare. i want to lay around all day and get taken care of. Also, yeah man, check him out chillen in the bowl in the center of the kitchen table like it aint even nothing. i want to hate him, but i love him.

















Just one more bump for the road.




















Yeah. i have other stuff to write, but EVERYTHING takes longer than expected in life apperantly, this blog entry took like a half hour to get the pictures right and what not. but.... things that take longer are usually BETTER IN THE END.


Tit patrol limited edition central pa tour 2009 shirts designed last night, coming thursday. i'm getting one without going on tour, and i'll probably give one to miss. meatballs for getting the glass/taking pictures/etc. but i doubt anyone else who doesn't go to the shows will get one, as they will sell out, because of their awesomeness and limited run. so be on the lookout. i'd post more pictures if i didn't FUCKING GRIND OUT IN THE TRENCHES ALL THE GOD DAMN TIME.