homes.

i've got a homes.

this is what it looks like:
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we've had our first domestic dispute.

but you can't leave.

you can keep the kids. i don't want them. just my truck.if that's what you want...
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politics. ha.

the truck driver at dollar tree today was abnormal.

as i walked into the backroom, he greeted me rather enthusiastically. i gave him a generic salute gesture hello, and he called me out on the fact that in america, one does not show the palm of the hand while saluting. the history of this, according to him, is that the british salute with the palm of the hand showing because they've been defeated. and we've never been defeated. of course.

he asked if we wanted to hear a joke. then he asked if we were good with words. the joke went thusly: "do you know the definition of the word indecent? -- if it's in long, and it's in hard, and it's in deep, then it's indecent." everyone present laughed the required awkward amount. he then said, "wanna hear another joke? politics..." he paused at this point long enough for taylor to think that was the whole joke and laugh. trust us, the real joke was more disappointing. so don't worry.

he asked us if we were protesting the war because we had long hair.
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diana bought a yashica 35mm. we went out to take some pictures with it. and then it broke later that night.

here is her torso posing with her new camera:

some swings:***

pau:
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the bike with no name.

i have almost completed my second bicycle. it's purple with transparent green. also it is a fixed gear. people say they are dangerous, and i agree.

it broke my phalanges already and i haven't even ridden it yet.

i had just installed the crank arms and the rear wheel and wanted to see if the chain was working alright, and my finger got a little to close to the chainring and was sucked up. my finger was very flat and i heard it crunch a little. so i backed it out and bled on my shoe and my floor. i went to the ER and they told me to wear a splint and put neosporin on it. anyway. it has drawn first blood. it's still on the chainring actually.

this bike needs a name and i need help thinking of one.

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i liked him better when he was shooting heroin.

the dollar tree is a pretty fine place to work.

danny is the best manager i could have hoped to have at my first real job ever. danny's father was struck by lightning in 1979. he subsequently became a preacher. his sudden and drastic change of lifestyle and personality led danny to remark, "i liked him better when he was shooting heroin." he shook his head with his hands on his hips.
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erotica contest at the lombardi gallery in austin is august 2nd. i have made some artworks to submit. trust me: they are amazing. for the subject's sake, if you wanna see 'em you have to ask my permission. or go to my deviant. shhhh....

many people find them rather disgusting. "this is what mentally insane people do," to quote one individual.
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scout.

if i haven't mentioned it, my bicycle's name is scout.

today i finished painting her black. it was a long and arduous process which left my hands wounded. and bleeding. i also have cleaned/tuned up all her parts as well. my bicycle is gonna look and feel amazing.

//*EDIT 05.19.08

i have fully assembled scout. here she is:
please excuse the crappy digital image. it won't happen again.
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these are some pictures from my trip to caitlin's homeland.
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employment.

i am now employed.

i get 10$/hr helping children do claymation and fixing the random maladies that are bound to occur when you put someone inexperienced at being a human near electronics. this short film i made, along with my unkempt appearance and general personality, landed me the job.
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this woman, unlike myself, is unemployed. also unlike myself, she has a lovely accent.
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films.

i bought 223 rolls of film for $50. 144 rolls of 120. 79 rolls of 35mm. all slide film.

pretty much the best thing ever.

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i saw a fight at a chevron today.

an older mexican gentleman wearing black slacks, a white shirt, and suspenders kicked a cup in the parking lot in the general direction of a younger mexican gentleman. i think this angered the younger man. they stumbled around sort of shoving each other for a while until the older man put up his dukes. i believe the were both rather drunk because they fought real slow. they fell over after a few moments of punching real slow. the younger man seemed to best the older man in strength/agility and ended up on top. sort of. he punched the older man a few times. real slow. i think the sluggish pace of the fight faked out a bunch of bystanders. i don't think they were quite sure it was a fight, and it took them a while to decide if they needed to break it up. finally a group of dudes on crotch rockets took the initiative and separated the men. then i drove a way. as i left the parking lot, i got a glimpse of the emotion that held their faces captive. it was a little like this:

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secret missions.

can't talk about it. it's secrets. but i get to use my bicycle and be sneaky.
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i hit my self in the face with my camera today and it started to bleed. Buhlud!

when i was a small child i always sort of hoped to get hit in the face real hard or something so that there was a hole all the way through my lip/cheek. then i could put a ring in it and let it heal up. i understood the concept of piercings and that they aren't really a big deal, and that i could probably get one one day if i wanted. but i thought my way was much more awesome. sort of like natural tattoos. (they happen some times if you crash up on some dirt or funk and it gets in the wound.)
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crazy like a hooker.

i think velvia 100f crossprocessed makes everything purple and red. crazy.

this girl was reading a newspaper. and wearing a pink wig. you cannot really tell.***

the gang on the roof of prather.
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she wants to ride her bicycle. she wants to ride her bike.
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ohio.

i went to ohio once. it's not that great a place. really the only good thing about it is diana.

this is diana:***

i saw 3 asians and 1 black guy the whole trip. there was a creepy old guy in the bathroom in the dorm. he was the janitor. that bathroom was quite a conundrum. i got out the shower and there was a female brushing her teeth. apparently the bathrooms in ohio dorm rooms don't care what kind of parts you have.
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i saw that scuba man sit down on that bench there, so i took his picture. what you cannot see in the picture is that he was dripping wet/sweaty and rather tired. maybe he was insane? maybe it was because he was in ohio.

i was insane because i was in ohio.
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home.

on friday i am going to visit my home.

soon i won't consider it that anymore. the place is nothing special; it's actually slightly disturbing and unnatural. i grew up there, and it was ok and i'm ok, but i don't think i like it so much. the best part is the people, but seeing as everyone is branching out, the memories are also scattering; rendering the physical location of my childhood... simply a location.



if only it looked like that all the time.
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friends.

these are my friends at the beach:

caitlin.
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andrea. / taylor.
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this is my love:pau. <3
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hmmm.

i need to figure out what i wish to be. forever. i will take suggestions if you have them.

these are the occupations that interested me from the dept. of labors list of ~858 apprenticeable jobs.

-arson investigator
-beekeeper
-bookbinder
-carpenter
-electrician
-illustrator
-machinist
-stonemason
-toolmaker
-upholsterer
-camera repairer/technician
-musical instrument repairer
-artificial glass eye maker
-jeweler
-gunsmith
-locksmith
-engraver
-shoemaker/repairer
-woodcarver
-instrument maker:
*violin
*pipe organ
*harpsichord
*acordian
*guitar
-sign painter

that's about it so far.