my chocolate jesus

This isn't my life.

YOUR DISCO SONG


Vitalic has yet another incredibly heart-bobbling album out. I had no clue until now. This is what happens when you remove your brain for some rainy days.

Carnivale

Working for the carnival...where childhood dreams are played out. The dreams should have stayed inside.
It hasn't been what I'd hoped for. There isn't any magic. Just cotton candy. Very over-priced cotton candy by which selling causes people to spit at it's makers. But they buy it anyway. Like they haven't got a choice.
The "carnies" aren't people of Wimsey anymore. They are sad, disgruntled workers in a moving fast food chain. Loosing life to a company run by toothless wonders.
Being a temp pays well. I mean minimum wage plus .50 tip per day. That tip goes to the permanent residents of the carnival.
Slicing my finger gave me a promotion to snow cone lady from ketchup and mustard washer. Horrible cdc plastic snow cones. m mm. BUT, I loved every millapede of it.

Tomorrow I work again at the disgusting, FUNderful place. Stay tuned. ;)

Doug Fir, as we know it.

The sweetest old road bike came my way today. It's got rusted rainbows and a dusty speedometer. 280miles down. No brakes, and a big flower basket. The last time it was ridden on the road had to be 1974. That's when it's road license expired. I'm thinking it's a fixy. Oh Mystery bike! I'mma fix yeww. hmm :)

NEW Photos!!!Thursdays photoshoot:)

MAN talking to himself.

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