I got a photo collage assignment so I decided to make it look like my sharpie art.
EDIT: I actually feel kinda shitty about this piece because I didn’t spend as much time on it as I should’ve (about three hours, which isn’t very much for me) and the quality of the lines and blending are waaayyy below what I consider to be good. I’m sorry I’m showing you my crappy art, guys. ;u;
Oh, yeah, by the way, I met Johnny Whitney (of the Blood Brothers), today, and got him to sign my Devastator vest (pics in my drawings section), which he was so impressed with that he took a picture and posted it to his twitter.
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Tagged as: i would say nbd but it's actually a super bd. the blood brothers have been my favorite band since i was 12. i still exist because of johnny whitney's music. and i got to meet him in his cubicle at the office he now works at lol. AND NOW I THINK MY DAD WANTS TO BE BROZ WITH JOHNNY WHITNEY TOO. personal. the blood brothers. johnny whitney. OBSESSION a new fragrance by brittlebrittlemoon.
Follow me on twatter, I'm making it my art posting place, @emaciatedbutt
I’ll most likely follow back cause why not. Please ;|
I like to argue with my boofrand’s ~tween~ kitty at 2am on Wednesdays.
Bored, can’t sleep, have to pee. Tumblr.
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Tagged as: in other news.... one of my texts from this weekend got put on textsfromlastnight. i got a concussion along with one of my friends who is now in the hospital for internal bleeding. one of my other friends broke his collarbone. i met a kitty. i just farted. school is stupid and i'm overly stressed. i got punched in the nose. and cheeks. and shoulder. i fully planned a performance piece relating to tiny tim. i got a gameboy iphone case. i changed my text tone to the original GBA start up sound. i saw die antwoord in concert and had a moment with ninja. and also at the die antwoord concert one of the friends i went with pooped his panties. the end. personal.
Yeah, I know freshmen follow my blog and can find it and others of mine through the kcai tag. I’ve gone over this. Respect me and I’ll respect you. Was nothing learned from the piss christ incident? ;l
I don’t care if you drink, smoke, claim straight edge, have lots of sex, have no sex, believe in god, believe in aliens, believe in nothing, eat meat, eat no meat, are vegan, or even like anything I like. Just be cool with me, and I’ll be cool with you.
EVERYONE WHO HAS BLOGGED THIS: I LIKE YOU. A LOT.
Seriously, this. I’m not here to shove my ways down your throat. So, respect me, and I’ll respect you. It’s as simple as that. And if I know you’re not cool with some of the things I partake in, it’s not like I’m going to brag to you about the freedoms I allow myself or as you to do the same. I exist to exist, not to give a statement, even though a lot of myself is for shock value. That’s the punk way, as I see it, and I don’t want to argue about it.
GODDAMMIT, TUMBLR, I WISH YOU’D STOP PUTTING SOAP POWDER IN THE STEW. Y’KNOW WHY WE NEVER HAVE SOAP POWDER? IT’S CAUSE YOU ALWAYS PUT IT IN MY FUCKING FOOD.
So, this happened tonight, and stuff…
Oh my sweet greasy Jesus, you guys. Recently I sent a super joking application for the Jerry Springer Show because my bb and I were arguing about who knows how to handle dicks better, where I belong (according to him, in the kitchen), and who has all of my soon-to-be roomie’s love. And he just got a voicemail from Jerry fucking Springer saying to call back. I might be going on Jerry Springer to argue about ridiculousness. PLEASE GOD LET THEM ACCEPT US ON THE SHOW. PLEASE.
Guys, you need to add mine and my manperson’s kitten on facepoop. She’s cute, dumb, and needs more friends ;( Her url is http://www.facebook.com/dandi.lion.butts
Get Blood Brothers tattoo. Not even 24 hours after obtaining it, people start asking if it’s supposed to look like shit. Lol.
Sometimes I get really scared that my phone’s not sending my texts and shit because I never get any replies.
Then I remember I have no friends.