Laughing too loud at the rest of the world.

Mon, 14 Apr 2008 16:19:17 GMT

More words of wisdom from Devin A. Gomez:
"You know what they don't have? Spanish alphabet soup."

Happy Anniversary

Mon, 31 Mar 2008 19:55:03 GMT

Billetproof was a complete success. The car wasn't completely done, but at a rat rod show she fits right in.
& I love that our anniversaries are comprised of sushi, AO2, and John Travolta.

So Johan persuaded me with a picture from NotStock to rebuild Vera as she originally was - a GMC.

I never really fancied the GMC grilles, but this one looks right on. It'll be awhile 'til she gets there, but I'm now convinced she'll look right.

Wed, 12 Mar 2008 23:56:13 GMT

Finally got my 1949 truck. She's a beauty, named her Veronica. I believe she's definitely more of a Betty (Page) but Johan has deemed the Bel Air Betty so I guess I take a back seat. Gotta start picking up my mack brushes and practicing striping for the truck, whatever I FINALLY decide will be the tailgate piece is going to end up on my lower back.
I love this tattoo. I hardly find solitary leg tattoos (that is, if they're not sleeves...leg sleeves?) unattractive and blotchy, but I can't stop staring at this photo. Those stocking seams are screaming, and I'm tempted to fix myself up something of the like, but like everything I'll sit on it 'til I'm sure. Aaaannd in other news, Parlux still hasn't picked back up so I'll be running around this weekend looking for work. Devin and Johan are now OFFICIAL BIG DICKS ( http://www.bigdicksmusclecars.com/services.php ) who knows, maybe I'll end up with a job if they can squeeze in a good word. Other than that, Dev's Hell Air is almost done and Billetproof is up and coming, the interior is still gutted and the car is bare metal. We've got a few days to work on her but she sure is going to be beautiful. I still think the top should be white.

Devin's philosophy on laundry:

Thu, 21 Feb 2008 19:56:32 GMT

Why do laundry when you still have clothes left? You don't go buy milk when you have some in the fridge.

HA. Men.

Fri, 08 Feb 2008 00:59:39 GMT

Predominantly surrounded by men, I leave the lid up, when I am done.

Tue, 22 Jan 2008 19:14:26 GMT

i've never been happier with life.

Fri, 04 Jan 2008 21:31:44 GMT

i want my damn 53 bel air
or my damn 54 chevy 3100.

this is re-god-damn-diculous!

Kinetic Sculptures of Theo Jansen

Wed, 04 Jul 2007 05:33:58 GMT

This guy's f.in'creible.

glumbert.com

I miss Danny Brenner.

Thu, 28 Jun 2007 16:40:19 GMT

I really can't stand people who chew with their mouths open.

I need to get my mojo back, I havn't put out
any art, at all, this summer. I need my lil'
moleskin
sketchbook.

I'm kindof missing Jax, kindof a lot.
But at the same time,
I know I'll miss Springs when it's crunch time
But I guess the grass is always greener.

BTW, I AM thinking of all of you[s]. Getting in touch with kids from elem. is incredible, I even saw Warren DeLaRocha at my orientation a few weeks ago, crazy, I hadn't seen that kid since the 6th grade.

Life's been good

Sat, 07 Apr 2007 05:56:25 GMT

...They say I'm crazy but I have a good time, I'm just looking for clues at the scene of the crime, life's been good to me so far...
...Lucky I'm sane after all I've been through...I can't complain but sometimes I still do, life's been good to me so far ...
...I go to parties, sometimes until four, it's hard to leave when you can't find the door...
...It's tough to handle this fortune and fame, everybody's so different, I haven't changed...
...They say I'm lazy but it takes all my time...
...I keep on going guess I'll never know why, life's been good to me so far.

Tue, 20 Feb 2007 02:33:57 GMT

"I felt dreadfully inadequate. The trouble was, I had been inadequate all along, I simply hadn't thought about it...I saw my life branching out before me like the green fig tree in the story...I saw myself sitting in the crotch of this fig tree, starving to death, just because I couldn't make up my mind which of the figs I would choose. I wanted each and every one of them, but choosing one meant losing all the rest, and, as I sat there, unable to decide, the figs began to wrinkle and go black, and, one by one, they plopped to the ground at my feet."
-Sylvia Plath's 'The Bell Jar'

It's kind of odd updating this thing again. I guess it's because I don't have a myspace/don't particularly fancy ex-myspace-turned-facebook creeps.

You think you know where things are headed, in a positive directin, and even though they seem to be following that path, you occasionally spot these detour signs, these signs that proove a sure thing that the roads only going to become more narrow, gravel will taunt you with the hope of you losing your footing, but it's up to you to decide if you're willing to push on or if those damn construction workers really know what they're talking about.

What am I even talking about? Who knows.

Introducing Lil' Miss Maggie Mae...

Fri, 09 Feb 2007 20:28:10 GMT

We got her a few days before Christmas, now she's 9 months old.

She's a handful and that large lab tail is a pretty dangerous weapon, but we love her none the less.

Myles Matthew Sanson

Mon, 22 Jan 2007 02:33:58 GMT

Myles Matthew Sanson
March 1, 1988
January 15th, 2007

"The boundaries which divide Life from Death are at best shadowy and vague. Who shall say where the one ends and where the other begins?"

Wed, 18 Oct 2006 14:09:09 GMT

"...she was in love, according to the present universally-received sense of that phrase, by which love is applied indiscriminately to the desirable objects of all our passions, appetites, and senses, and is understood to be that preference which we give to one kind of food rather than to another.

But though the love to these several objects may possibly be one and the same in all cases, its operations however must be allowed to be different; for, how much soever we may be in love with an excellent surloin of beef, or bottle of Burgundy; with a damask rose, or Cremona fiddle; yet do we never smile, nor ogle, nor dress, nor flatter, nor endeavour by any other arts or tricks to gain the affection of the said beef, &etc. Sigh indeed we sometimes may; but it is generally in the absence, not in the presence, of the beloved object. For otherwise we might possibly complain of their ingratitude and deafness, with the same reason as Pasiphae doth of her bull, whom she endeavoured to engage by all the coquetry practised with good success in the drawing-room on the much more sensible as well as tender hearts of the fine gentlemen there.

The contrary happens in that love which operates between persons of the same species, but of different sexes. Here we are no sooner in love than it becomes our principal care to engage the affection of the object beloved. For what other purpose indeed are our youth instructed in all the arts of rendering themselves agreeable? If it was not with a view to this love, I question whether any of those trades which deal in setting off and adorning the human person would procure a livelihood. Nay, those great polishers of our manners, who are by some thought to teach what principally distinguishes us from the brute creation, even dancing-masters themselves, might possibly find no place in society. In short, all the graces which young ladies and young gentlemen too learn from others, and the many improvements which, by the help of a looking-glass, they add of their own, are in reality those very 'spicula et faces amoris' so often mentioned by Ovid; or, as they are sometimes called in our own language, the whole artillery of love."
- Henry Fielding

Wed, 27 Sep 2006 18:31:17 GMT

So, apparently my license has been suspended since Februrary. Hahaha.

Sat, 21 Jan 2006 19:24:20 GMT

He had a case of the windup sickness...stuck in the rythem of the music's quickness.

Mon, 12 Dec 2005 22:13:02 GMT

I miss every aspect of 2004. I miss the Davie crew and tight friends. I miss not having constant fucking stress. I miss 2004 so fucking much.

Wed, 30 Nov 2005 03:14:07 GMT

I CANT WAIT TO SEE FUN WITH DICK AND JANE.

Mon, 21 Nov 2005 01:14:45 GMT

Subtract the greed that spurs you on and there's no room for them in your shitty scene. Feeding on a carcass to sustain a following. Nobody wins. You want it all and you spoil it for nothing. The Scene is dying. You bleed it dry. You'll get what you want. You feed on us, but you're so wrong. Now running out of fuel who worships you. You persecute you. The music fails you. Who hails you? The royalty of a shitty scene. It's a joke you can keep it.

P.S.- Since I rebooted my computer, I lost my screen name & buddy list. My new one is

seventyone volts

so IM me or leave me your screen name or something. WHATS UP.

Wed, 16 Nov 2005 04:04:45 GMT

Operation:Gatsby was a success. Bryan Adams ain't got shit on me. Thanks to Dan,Jarred&John for room&board, &Bailey &Eric for being amazing. Drunken 1a.m. Breathing Chemistry reunions are what I'm talking about.

&& Probably tomorrow, I'll have full working internet and AIM for the first time in about eight months. Hallelujah.

Christmas is coming. I can smell it.

Mon, 07 Nov 2005 03:01:27 GMT

Q: How many Bush Administration officials does it take to screw in a light bulb?

A: None. There is nothing wrong with the light bulb. Its conditions are improving every day. Any reports of its lack of incandescence are a delusional spin from the liberal media. That light bulb has served honorably, and anything you say undermines the lighting effect. Why do you hate freedom?

In other news, Kristen Cramer is the worst cell-phone person ever. Ever.

And P.S.:
http://www.license.shorturl.com/
If you type in your name and location, it will pull up your license. Anyone can find you, but if you press [Please Remove Me] button, you'll be removed from the websites files.

Wed, 02 Nov 2005 01:03:37 GMT

As we grow up, we learn that even the one person that wasn't supposed to ever let you down probably will. You will have your heart broken probably more than once and it's harder every time. You'll break hearts too, so remember how it felt when yours was broken. You'll fight with your best friend. You'll blame a new love for things an old one did. You'll cry because time is passing too fast, and you'll eventually lose someone you love. So take too many pictures, laugh too much, and love like you've never been hurt because every sixty seconds you spend upset is a minute of happiness you'll never get back.

Mon, 10 Oct 2005 22:55:11 GMT

I'm in love with the world through the eyes of a girl
who's still around the morning after
we broke up a month ago and I grew up I didn't know
I'd be around the morning after

it's always been wait and see
a happy day and then you pay
and feel like shit the morning after
but now I feel changed around and instead falling down
I'm standing up the morning after

situations get fucked up and turned around sooner or later

and I could be another fool or an exception to the rule
you tell me the morning after
crooked spin can't come to rest
I'm damaged bad at best
she'll decide what she wants
I'll probably be the last to know
no one says until it shows and you see how it is
they want you or they don't
say yes

I'm in love with the world through the eyes of a girl
who's still around the morning after

Tue, 20 Sep 2005 23:07:14 GMT

"cant you see that its just rainin? ain't no need to go outside...make you banana pancakes, pretend like its the weekend..."

and thats exactly what we did.

oh, and i beat eric rizzo at chess.
AND visited AJ.

probably the best hurricane ever.

Sun, 24 Jul 2005 19:44:34 GMT

I've been trying to shake this feeling, but it's not working.