I'm trying to get the metal helium taste from a cheap smiley face balloon out of my mouth. Nothing works.
And my art teacher tries almost every day to get me to change my portfolio concentration when it's due in less than a month. I have an obscene answer for that, but I'll hold my tongue.
Also: I'm starting a restaurant called F.M.L.Tuesday's. Yeaaah!






And vampire baseball had my sister and I rolling in our seats (silently, because everyone else was ogling Edward).
Please do not see the movie before you read the book. You will probably want to murder or idolize Stephanie Meyer as the greatest teenage comic-writer ever. If I hadn't already read the book, I would've left halfway through the movie. It makes zero sense.
Luckily, I'm working back at the theater now, so I didn't have to actually PAY for the movie. When I left, I felt more morally debased than I've ever felt in my life. Imagine eating dirt because everyone else seemed to think it was pretty good, and then eat the dirt, wait an hour, and debate whether or not you should do it again.
Ohhh... Vampire baseball.
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I really liked that piece. I enjoy seeing what modern artists can do to the classics, and your rendition of Marat is one of the best spins I've ever seen!
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