Today I defied gravity standing at a 60 degree angle, caught glimpse of an undercover meth lab, went for a dip in the Pacific Ocean, ran around in the rain, and drove my car through a motherfucking entire tree. So I ain’t sweatin’ it either, bud!


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11 • 26 • 2010

That’s my bedroom.

Or a reflection of it anyway.

I’ve lived in this fucking apartment almost 4 years. Living paycheck to paycheck, having shit credit combined with a money laundering bomb that I think is going to hit me in a few months weeks, I’m pretty much stuck here for the time being. So I decided over the past weekend to make the best of it and redo the fucker.

I figured the cheapest and most effective way to do this was to take everything down from my walls. So…….

All those 4×6 pictures I took 5 years ago that I probably edited in Microsoft Paint sitting in dusty broken frames. BYE BYE.

Some bullshit painting I got at that yard sale in 2006? ADIOS!

That lame ass Sears photo of my kid my mom demanded I put on my wall back in 2007? CIAO!

Sick of it ALL! I take and produce all these pictures on the internet and have nothing to show for it but a stupid soon to be forgotten photo stream on the internet. How lame?

Where you live should be your sanctuary. Whether it’s a small apartment like mine or a big giant house in the country or even a fucking cement dorm room, it doesn’t matter. There are countless things you can and should do to your living quarters to make it feel like home.

I think you can tell a whole damn lot about a person going off of what their home looks like. I remember last year I went over this couples apartment with my kid. Well, their apartment had nothing on the walls, a TV on the floor, no where to even sit. I felt like I was hanging out in that apartment they shot up heroin in the movie “Trainspotting” or something.

What does your place look like? Are you married and your spouse does all the décor? Do you at least have a room that is “yours”? Do you feel that this shit is as important as I do? Do you live in a cereal box? And lastly if so, is it a Captain Crunch cereal box? (then you rock) (otherwise you’re a loser)

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