Merkavah - Drive the Lord's SUV!

One Guinness down, vodka now sitting on my desk calling out to me. Aristotle sitting on my lap, caressing my crotch and trying to teach me to come to a mean in my life about... you know... drinking and other bad habits.

Me, of course, ignoring it all.

Shit. I haven't drawn anything in ages. Anything worthwhile, anyway, except that one thing I did with the felt-tip fat-ass marker I bought for marking... well... canvases, walls, whatever I can get my hands on.

Not to say I indulge in vandalism of course. At all. Mostly because I haven't taken the felt anywhere, but still, I don't.

Maybe it's cause I've got no models to work with. Something in me really wants to clear out a corner of my apartment and set up a mini-studio, but I don't think there's enough... space... to do that. Not unless I cleared out all of my living room and used the whole space for it.

Though that would be a cool idea for next year, just using my room as studio space. I could do it too, if I made enough money over the summer for equipment.

I'd just need models.

I should ask some of my friends. Since most of my model friends live elsewhere... and I really can't afford to hire anyone, the only thing I really could offer are prints. But I'm sure someone might be up for it.

Fucking Ivy Leagues. My shot glass sits on a pedestal cause it's Cornell, a fucking Ivy League. But it's probably the most considerate gift I've ever gotten. Except with the possible exception of the 3M tape I got this week, that was cool. But I mean...

Seth knows me too well. This might possibly be the most treasured thing I have in my cupboard. I love that guy.

And to think if I stayed in the States I might've gone there. Now I'm at Carleton.

Not to say I have any regrets. Less work, plenty fun, great people. And by great people I do mean great people... I love practically everyone I've gotten to know here, they're just all fucking awesome.

Almost, anyway. =)

I have KFC coupons sitting on my desk from the mailbox and I'm doing my best to resist getting KFC tomorrow and being a greasy loser. Though... it reminds me of Bonnaroo when I had Gator. Gator was like... lean-chicken-like pork. It was so fucking cool.

Why is U2 playing? I'll have to fix that. Hendrix time.

Do I reveal too much of my day-to-day life here on the blog? Maybe. Though I rationalize that it lends time (when speaking with people who read the blog) to better know the inner me. Whether it's true or not, who knows?

It makes for a killer alibi though. I didn't kill that guy, I swear occifer! Even check my blog.

That's funny to me 'cause the cops have used blogs to incriminate me before. *sigh* Which is odd, because blogs are a place to bitch and over-exaggerate, but they took everything I said dead serious. Oh well.

Like I said in the first post....

But this blog will end that. This blog's about my life, my views, and my whatever my goddamned imagination likes. There'll be times when it's dramatic, times when it'll be a little extreme. I don't make excuses for any of it, because damn it, you may as well arrest everyone who writes a damned horror flick. I'm not a violent person, I don't kill people, I'm not a sadist. So fuck off, you fucking pigs.

I'm not making excuses for my life. I live the way I live because I like living the way I live. I was going to use love, but that may be too strong a word in this instance.

I like being who I am. I like expressing myself in whatever ways I can, I like getting hammered, I like running around and engaging in wanton debauchery, and at the same time I'm that guy who will fall head over heels into love and just... engage in stupid acts of emotion and silliness. And if I still could, even get those pains that come with all that and cry a little. But I don't think I can cry any more.

Hey... that's life, right. I'd rather live it than see only so much.

Then again, Aristotle is sitting right here and kicking me in the balls, telling me to put some control over my wayward ways.

Wayward ways?

Tacky.

But maybe he's right.

Anyway, time for a shower and back to work and vodka. I really need to trip down to the LCBO sometime and pick up some more nectar and ambrosia.