A bum helped me push-start my bike this morning

It's been an interesting day to say the least.

Everything thing I own is covered in pizza and brew. 

I might still be drunk.

I might still be crazy for someone. 

Skipping class, because I get too drunk off free beer on a Tuesday night.

Tattoozies

I want:

cowboy boot stitching 

the name "Swan"

a bull skull

a poodle

auntie mame

per aspera ad astra

spica/ a stalk of wheat

or maybe I should just get my stupid heart touched up/ added to. 

DAZZLE WITH BRILLIANCE!

My dad told me today about how proud he is of me even though I didn't play sports all that much. he told me I was good at everything. He told me I was just like him. I teared up at Farley's and I think my barista friends almost caught me in the act.  My dad is my everything, I'll never love someone as much as I do him. Each and everyday I strive to be George W. Lundeen. 

OBSESSED

I'm going to be a better person because of this video. starting....... NOW

the master

I've decided to become Da Vinci. He had his shit figured out: no stress, no love, just art.  A mystery. I got the backwards writing part almost down, I think the next step is moving to Roma and cutting people open to understand anatomy. I'm over it all and I get the feeling he was too. 

or maybe I should just stop drinking?

halloween idea number 1: