The motion of the Ocean...

...Is right here in my head. Why do I insist on rowing with choppy water? *urp* Damn this training. Everytime I think I'm okay, I move and the whole rocking thing starts up again. Dude, I've been off the water for a good 4 hours! When will the rocking stop?!?!?!! Oh I so want to cry. Or hurl. Or maybe both. Yes, this Weasel Central carpet looks super absorbent. Buah ha ha.

So it looks like I'm going back to school. Woo hoo! Aiiight, so it's only night school, but it's for photography (thank you Kirk a billion times for motivating me to do it! Who loves ya baby?). I think I'm going to enroll in the winter session. And then I'll be able to walk up to total hotties and be all "I'm a photography student, wanna pose nude for me?" Oh I can see it now. Sweet.

Go check out Dirty Fez. I just got a shout out. Yay me! Makes me feel all popular and shit. Aww yeah. And you know that my ego so needs the boost today.

Tomorrow I go for the "new" tattoo. Getting a shitty tattoo turned into a fabu tattoo. I'm veddy excited. Perhaps I'll even scan it and post it one day. Heh. Yeah, and maybe that'll be the day I become the next Pope. Don't hold your breath, I'm in lazy mode. S'all about the laziness baby. The same laziness that keeps me from rewiring my DVD player so I can FINALLY watch Mulholland Drive. *sigh*

Send cookies.
And beer.