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James Owen Sullivan means the world to me.
body modification=<3
I have 4 tattoos.
I have 5 piercings, but I've had a total of around 9.
I truly don't care what others think of me.
I'll still be me when I wake up in the morning.
I'll be your best friend if you'll let me.

Saturday, February 27, 2010

Audi 5,000; Spring Break.

I call her my Mystits, but sometimes she's just my everything-bestie.
Now introducing: The Everything-Bestie. The bestie that is good for everything!

Since when do people enjoy their house smelling like burning wood? Oh, if you're me or Mysti.
I know, it's weird but that's why she's my Tweedle Dick.
It's logical.
So Spring Break is HERE.
I know it's not.
But it is for us.
For me and her.
For our group.
They have no idea, but Hurricane Spring Break is about to hit them up.
Audi 5,000.

Tuesday, February 23, 2010

Why are a good portion of my pictures Mysti, you ask? Well because I miss her and my life isn't interesting without her. The reason for this picture, is because she will be back to square... this. Soon.

I'm in my Tro's room. It smells like a man. Not a foul sweaty man; a real, clean, hardworking, leather boot wearing, satin sheet sleeping, cologne using, full-flavor smoking man. Mysti just got a chub over that description. [It poked my leg. All the way from California.]

How is it out there, my friend? Is it beautiful? Is it man-filled? Is it everything we want and more? I hope it is. I hope you're having a wonderful time. Tell your mom happy birthday for me when the time comes.

Proud- Tegan and Sara

I have so many things to show Mysti over Spring Break. I'm so excited.
She will be here soon enough.

So I'm listening to Tegan and Sara before work. Wet-headed. I need to go brush my grill and take Zero out.... again.

Monday, February 22, 2010

Today, it was retarded.
As in the day was retarded.
If I have to hear my mom call me a 'homo' one more time, I quit at life.
No doubt.
I want Spring Break to be here.
That's when I get to see miss Mysti.
It's all that's on my mind because, currently, nothing interests me.
Woolly, come home.
Coming home from work today, my dog attacked me with hugs.
For those of you who are saying, "A dog... attacked you with hugs?"
Yes, I taught him how to hug.
He uses his arms like any respectable human being.
I think I'm going to con Lunchbox into taking Mason and I to Braum's.
Peppermint in your honor, friend.

Sunday, February 21, 2010


Ooooooh. Remember those days?
They're on their way back.
I'm so excited.
I will no longer need to say, "So today..." because you'll be there.
The 28th. It seems lightyears away.
Fuck Knots piss me off. They're the hardest to untie. Don't you agree. Someday it will unravel; I think so. I miss you through the phone. Lolz.
You won't have a phone from tomorrow til your arrival. Not stoked for that. The fuck knot speaks of future plans. How annoyed am I?
Fuck you world, you're not Wooly like Itsym.

Saturday, February 20, 2010

a long day in front of the comp/in the dark/showerless.

What is more disturbing: that the face in this picture belongs to my old youth pastor; or that I literally think the said 'gorilla' looks better in that speedo than I would? I vote... both.
So all I've done today is sit at my computer desk being a recluse. I haven't even showered yet. I have to go to work in an hour and a half. Someone save me, if you will.
I'm getting a tiger salamander on Tuesday. My friend is just giving it to me. Yeah. I know. The tank and all. I'm naming it Monster after my best friend. Somehow that doesn't make sense to anyone but me. Yeah, my bff's birthname is Monster. Her family cherished her. Lollllz.
Well. List of s'od-ot.
  1. Get back on im.
  2. Shower.
  3. Get back-back on im.
  4. Work.
  5. Get back-back-back on im.
  6. talk to Mysti til my beefy digits fall off.
  7. Make mental note that beefy digits is funny verbally, dirty when read.
  8. Stop making to-do's.

Friday, February 19, 2010

ugh. back to work, nothing like billy madison.

Spent some time outside today. Back at work after my 'injury', I guess you could say. Oh, and, not that anyone is impressed, but the color in this photo is not normal color splash. I added it all to a black and white photo. Cuz I'm a g. Mysti would think it was cool. Speaking of my dear heart. I saw a movie today that would make her shit her pants. In the best way possible.

I am literally counting the days til you get here, best friend on Earth.

I found out if you spit in the wind it does not hit you in the face. It slaps you on the chest with a sound. I'm currently acheiving two ends of a spectrum, caring for an elderly woman and babysitting a young girl. I am all-powerful. My to-do list for the day is:

  1. Go home.
  2. Work on muh beats/spits.
  3. Make myself some din din.
  4. Call Mysti a hippo.
  5. Hug Zero like I will never see him again.
  6. Tell Lunchbox I called Mysti a hippo.

My to-do's don't need to be in order. Just have to happen.

I love Mystits. That's all.

Friday, February 12, 2010

paging dr. harold.

headphones and no butterfly wings. ok? yes. headphone-flightless-harold.