Gretchen, stop trying to make wretch happen.

see, now I feel fucking weird posting in two places.
anyways, what do you do when every immediately perceivable choice ends at a loss?
things are just never black and white.
I'm tired of realizing that my friends aren't who they once were, or who I'd like them to be. Incredibly selfish I guess, but you'd know what I'm talking about if you knew what I was talking about. that's the most I'm going to elaborate.
no offense, reader. this probably isn't about you
I've just lost the concept of moral ground and it's pissing me off
I don't know if I've just been pleasing myself saying I've been living with more integrity than everyone else. or maybe in some ironic twist everything I feel now is some kind of fucked up complex I picked up as a result of feeling weak. I guess i'll find out if I never change
living like an idiot is always easier

pretty gay bro

i got a fucking tumblr
I try to justify it on my first post.
for real, this will be a convenience for me. Not a proud one.
but for those of you (probably strictly family members) who actually keep up on this blog, I'm most likely going to stick at it. I won't be surprised if I just post the same shit on both of them
fuck even browsing themes is obnoxious
between this and twitter social networking is just the lowest form of taking a shit

privilege

"On May Day, just after leaving her fiancé, 23-year-old Evelyn McHale wrote a note. 'He is much better off without me ... I wouldn't make a good wife for anybody,' ... Then she crossed it out. She went to the observation platform of the Empire State Building. Through the mist she gazed at the street, 86 floors below. Then she jumped. In her desperate determination she leaped clear of the setbacks and hit a United Nations limousine parked at the curb."
-Time magazine, May 1947

Apparently this is pretty well-known, but I'm pretty historically uninformed. You can tell because it took me 64 years to blog this
Anyways, re-appropriating this is kind of a dick in the face seeing as nothing could ever do the original photo justice. but then, pop art is always a dick in the face. Andy fucked with this one too.
I would high five her grave if I didn't disrespect her enough already. Self deprecation and unbridled commitment had a threesome with endearing as fuck and had a crazy baby named Evelyn's Last Choice. Over half a century later some retard with a blog and tablet got inspired
for real though I found out about my new girlfriend by way of a Parenthetical Girls song I'm not too crazy on, aptly titled Evelyn McHale.
They're dope if you can look past the blinding indie.
here's one that entirely veers off the subject of Evelyn McHale

not everyone's a good swimmer

I don't know if it's the high road but it's about as far from water

saturdays this fucking lame tend to beg a lot of questions I'd rather not answer
i'm not going to type them out because I don't want to look bad.
I wish I had an estranged friend to send it in a letter to.
Somewhere far as fuck. Someone who knows me just well enough to still find this shit interesting. Who could regale me with stories of a life that is not even the slightest bit similar to mine. some serious non-fiction
but I don't know anyone that far
so again I'll settle with a beer and exhaust from some shit I don't even like
and probably just wake up feelin' breezy tomorrow anyway
i love spring

an ambitious enough dream will taunt you just as well as a nightmare

short term delusions are common,
but you're awake now. wipe the shit out of your eyes

tell ur friends

if you're hard up (I know 90% who read this are), don't worry about the 5 dollars.
If you're not and those brass monkeys got you feeling charitable, fess up for some local shit.
as long as you show up stoked( to get drunk )

You're two-timing him with that blood sucker Eli Cash

three words

I aint no Lichtenstein but I think the end result of the four color process looks sweet as fuck when it's handcrafted. (I'm aware the above isn't handcrafted)
I'd like to try it sometime. I've seen other artists do it and it's kind of stupid to put that much effort into something so ridiculously tedious when it was only ever there to save money on ink.
but liek pop art and shit~*
screenprinting would be dope to get into as well buttt I'm not a student so I'd have no clue where to start, not to mention the money.
I got drunk and stole some spraypaint from a construction site last night and I'm gonna start effin' with some stencils if I can think of anything sweet to make
also I still miss my friends
that is all

summer goals

I'm only hosting that here because facebook would make it too small and I dont remember what photobucket is.
I've been doing a lot of thinking and deciding that I really have to move.
having my health fuck me back and Bryan Mason dying(RIP) has been somethin' of a throatgrab. It's the most cliché epiphany ever epiphed but it got me thinking about what and who are more important than me and my petty issues and redundant pictures and writing.
Those things while serving a level of catharsis, don't do a fuck for my mood or my tired charlie sheen outlook. living here just feels like a constant hangover. and I'm not talking about the hangovers.
when I first moved here it seemed to have such charm and character. And then I met some people. Under different circumstances I could probably like it a lot. but these aren't different circumstances. It doesn't make sense for me to stay here anymore. almost everyone(PA and family excluded) I like best lives, or will live in vancouver in not too long.
fuck, I don't even want to live in vancouver really. But I've got time to save and think about it. If things pick up and I end up wanting to stay, sweet. but as far as I can see right now con is outweighing pro one billionfold on this place