I hate everyone, including you.

This is my attempt at tumbling, which i hear is like blogging, for lazy people.

I probably dont know you, and i'd like to keep it that way.

I suppose if you want to reach me you can find me on twitter.

i owe suckafuck a huge slobbery blow job.

a huge one.

imagine two idiots trying to figure out how to make a .swf file. then imagine me, almost in tears. i called sucka three times within an hour and he patiently hooked me up with some serious knowledge. he walked us through it step by step.

THANK YOU SUCKA.

i know i told you five times over the phone but saying things on tumblr makes it like realer yo.

thank you. i owe you big time.

(theres SO much to this fucking story but i cant fucking blog about it cause its work related. you have NO idea what kind of fucking afternoon i’ve had and how much i appreciate sucka’s help)

Wednesday, July 1st

ooof. i just had an epiphany.

i have an electra complex and my camera serves to appease my subconscious penis envy.

fuuuuuuu.

photophobia:

It turns out that foxes abound. This one was just outside London.

wow.

bitches. are. fierce.

except for that one in the middle.

photophobia:

The British Museum, London.

ahhh mills you bastard. you’re making me miss london.

i LOOOVED the british museum.

dhk:

wtf? It’s like Gene Simmons and Raphael from the Ninja Turtles fucked and had a no talent ass clown weirdo white snake look alike stripper son.

suckafuck:

interpolgroupieswearblack: I desperately ~~want~~ need the CUNT SMASHER’S outfit.

Are you ready for the CUNT SMASHER

i exclusively date cunt smashers.

having said that, male strippers are SO AWESOME. its like a Danielle Steele novel come to life with choreography and costumes. if you get off on it you probably have serious emotional problems, but if you’re not entertained there’s something wrong with you.

i spent a considerable amount of my college years at LaBare, so i speak from experience.

que bola mi acere?

Tourists are so darn cute.

Fondue fondont.