i went to phx...

you caught me...i lied...i hibernated for close to twelve hours last night... almost double what i got all week last week... bmx and beer time....cant wait. cause i aint...bye bye...

that john denver was full of shit!!

get it. good...




going to phx for the weekend... alcohol and tattoos.... you should come...

generic vicodin work drawings. 2 of four.

somebody paid me to draw these. and they dont even know it. and still dont. cause no one knows about this thing.

books...stacks of em...

has anyone out there finished the books i made and sent out...i know im not cool. but if anyone / someone could send one back... that would be awesome...i pre stamped / addressed them too...so its really no effort to send back...just go on down to your mailbox...

in other book news i am working on a new book...it has to do with boners. and the questions you could ask a boner... but im not sending these out cause i know i wont get them back...okay bye

it lives on and on. and on. and on....and on....and on.......and(deeeeennnnn)

have you ever been talking to somebody and just want to punch them. just like slug them in the gut. or punch them in the head. for no reason. i dont know. i think that sometimes during conversations. and its not like i have any thing against them. i just think it would be so awesome. i dont know why. its not up to me to think that. it just pops into my brain. and it makes me laugh. but it also kind of bums me out. mainly because it seems like such fun. but i think society might frown upon such an action as hitting a normal lady. or a child. or an old dude. or old chick. and just knowing that makes me sad. i would lose my job most likely. and probably have to go to court wouldnt you think. i mean. i just punched someone. for no reason. other than to hit them. and see the reaction. i mean how many people could say theyve seen that reaction before. imagine like an old lady being punched in the stomach. could you imagine that reaction. priceless im sure.

pretty white.

yup.

dead before twenty twelve.

this quaint little book was made in an edition of six. using scotch tape and construction paper. and xerox paper. the originals were too precious to use in the making a book. thats why i said xerox paper. if you want one you can have one. i gave two away. so now theres four. thats good math. buy me a drink.

yup a roonie.

st st stooond... these ah newr... yea budddy

looosin things. my mind mainly.

same old drawing of the same old thing. i should get a life. or therapy sessions. bye.

last night is kicking me on the inside my face

alcohol inspired pen and crayon session. ruthie drew the top. vivian the next. me the nexts. i saw a dude get naked last night. he was wearing a dress before that though.

complain complain complain

as much as i complain to myself about bored i seem to have stuff happening all of a sudden. its giving me anxiety. cause i dont have a car. and get be two places at once. unless i cut one of my legs off and attach it to a robot with a camcorder i could send it to a party i wouldnt normally be able to make it to. i dont know why i would need to cut my leg off in order for this to work. but i would feel much better about it. like if i ever tried something and failed at least i could say hey i least i tried. and failed. so it would be be like. hey. i wanted to be in both places at once and enjoy the party. but i did my best. i sent my foot. i tried. i failed. but i tried too.

one painting a day

for one day. the worst scan ever. i must have smoked anxiety weed. cause i got too anxious with it. oh well. bar time.

just passing time at work.

lazy day today. partied out. unless you guys know of something going down. then im down...

WOW...

this day at work but have been going all right...
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WOW...thats all i can say about this weekend. be sorry if you missed it.

c'mon. everyones doing it.

this ones old. but its still relevant today. because porn movies are still being made. so double action hand jobs will never go out of style. ever.

who cares about the fucking marmot. man.

i was sick of posting the crappy hi-liter drawings. so this is what you get instead. other dog shit. you're welcome.

things are looking up even when im looking down. work doodle part million.

some of the books made it to their first of many owners. so thats good.

oh well.

i feel like crap. is anyone in the murdering business? i could use your services for myself. on myself...

future? life? love?not boredom?not not feeling good? carls junior?

off day today. or a day off. once im not so high im going to go to the postal office. and send the books out. and i have to fix a flat tire. and i feel worthless. and i want a spicy chicken sandwich from carls junior. could someone come over and fix my tire for me. c 'mon. im high. does anyone want to come over and spoon. or at least hang out. or find the ten dollars i lost last night.

time to shine.

i get the day after cinco de mayo off of work so im gonna go to the post office and send the books out that day. i swear. just so i dont have to care about them anymore. until they get back into my arms and i have to deal with them again. like a bunch of crying babies. and i know how much i hate babies. especially crying babies. and thats a lot. a lot.