9 Facts About My Room

1. Everything in my room, from my bed frame to my desk to my walls, is white, except for the random Wall-E accessaries.

2. My room is always clean, but any drawer/closet/hiding place I can find is stuffed with crap.

3. I am potentially becoming a hoarder.

4. Before I had a bed, Emily would help me construct tent for me to sleep in.

5. I have a giant ball of saran wrap on my desk.

6. I have a skull named Patti, a deer figurine named Buck and a T-Rex named Jackson.

7. I have 23 drawing pads in my room.

8. Unless my fan is on at TURBO power, it feels like the devil farted in my room.

9. The only reason I bought a Mac was because the Apple store guy said that Macs came with Photoshop, they don't.

People To Avoid

The other night, while lazily stroking Siberian Tigers and smoking pipes made from the bones of a Raptor, my dear friend and I began to discuss people we go out of our way to avoid.
Whenever I feel like it, I will be posting pictures to correspond with whatever rant I can flesh out about the many people on this little planet who, overall, make me want to shove film canisters up my nose and into my brain.


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Oh dear. What a place to begin: The Juggalo.
If you are blessedly unaware of what a Juggalo is, then you might want to go buy a lottery ticket or place stock in BP Oil, because you, my friend, are one lucky bastard.
A Juggalo/Juggalette is someone who is completely devoted to a horror/rap band called Insane Clown Posse. Now, not everyone who listens to ICP is, what I consider, a Juggalo or Juggalette. When I think of a Juggalo/Juggalette, I think of someone who, along with being obsessed with the music itself, also like to paint their faces like the members of ICP, drink massive amounts of a soda called Faygo and buy nearly every piece of merchandise that the band makes. The Juggalo/Juggaglette that I am thinking of is a rude, obnoxious, idiotic and mindless follower who seems to have no clue what personal hygiene or individuality is.
Plus, they scare the hell out of me.

Yesterday I decided to go to Pride 2010 with some friends. So, the night before, we packed half of Walmart's stock of fruit and granola bars as we prepared to set off into the gay beyond.




After waking up at 6 am, gorging myself on Chick Fil A and packing our various noms, Emily, Arron and I went to kill time at the Antique & Crafts Mall in Deer Park. There were many vintage camera and stuffed bobcat wonders to behold, and much mediocre bathroom graffiti to scoff at. But token gay boy, Arron, soon became distressed as he realized that he was without a picture taking/memory capturing device...



So we stopped at Dollar General to shut his whiny ass up, though I was left empty handed when Emily denied me the civil right of owning a cheap, plastic Iron Man mask.





Being in Texas, it was disgustingly hot even in the shade, but we all remained excited. Around 11:30, we picked up two more friends and began our descent into the concrete hell of downtown Houston. We were almost to our destination when Emily's GPS decided to be a cranky bitch and had us drive everywhere else except Montrose. JOY.
But we finally found our way and parked our noble steed in a Kroger's parking lot, though, only to be told by security guards that we had to be Kroger customers or we'd be towed. So after parking in a parking garage across the street we cut through the parking lot to get to Pride.
Passing this little gem on the way:



He also likes to store his beer in trees and wage eternal wars with Mockingbirds.




There were a lot of interesting people at Pride, though I found these two to be particularly awesome. I'm really happy with how both these pictures came out, but that second one makes my heart smile. She was a mega beautiful person.
The man had terribly rad piercings and was very sweet.



We also met some very awesome people under The Big Gay Tree and they were kind enough to share some bubble fun with us.
Unfortunately, the bubbles weren't as delicious as they were magical... Though, I believe his name was, Caito was able to catch a few on his tongue.
And that, ladies and gentlemen, is talent.



And though Pride was fun, overall it was a tad disappointing. So we headed off to find Sedation Bookstore... at least I think that's what it's called. Whatever. It's some anarchist bookstore with this on the wall:



So, for my first Pride, I was kinda disappointed but I could probably see myself going again...
At least it was free.




(Last three photos taken by Emmy Bolner!)