2024 summer
happiest i was yesterday was sticking my head out the window driving thru the woods after the kentucky derby. happiest i was this week was seeing wiener dawgggg.
soooo miserable with my job lately. i want to give up all my worldly possessions. except for the ones i like. π§π»ββοΈ πΆ i miss my old man and his 2 ugly wiener dogs.
I love him so much every day at work I draw him from memory
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2024 dream journal
I hate the idea of "filmbro" movies. something about it feels very male centering to me. I literally do not care one ounce what the frat boys think about reservoir dogs because I don't think about frat boys. simple as.
imagine watching this happen to your poor parents and then a few years later your first major film role is as a Russian in a slapstick comedy making fun of the red scare. That must've felt good as fuck.
dollhouse stats so far:
dollhouse kit itself: $15 at estate sale.
glue, filler, sandpaper: $15-ish from harbor freight.
saws and clamps: stolen from my father.
outer paint: used, $2 at a junk store.
all the trinkets: found on the ground, given as gifts, repurposed bits of things from around the house.
A total of $32 but now I have to buy WOOD for the missing pieces. And maybe some wallpaper for the inside.
I don't like quentin tarantula
I'm back from LA. I just got the yellow Onitsuka Tigers (counterfeit) but now I don't want htem because I feel like you can't live in LA and wear the kill bill shoes like it's too much...
for the past month i've been drawing a series of comic strips making fun of my coworkers and they suck ass + they could get me fired