let's get STICKY

my musical happiness this week thus far lies within the voice of thom yorke. and his 'the eraser' solo album from a few years back. it nursed me to excited health yesterday during the painting party. and is caressing my eardrums as i sit here at school not painting. and i will continue to not paint. for... now.. a time.

i finally hopped back on board the wakingupsuperhappy train. not like it was a long absence... it just feels great feeling great. i'm content again and that is scary, because LORD KNOWS it never lasts very long. like... half a day maximum. i can't help messing with things. i'm very grateful for the heart on my chest because frankly, it reminds me to do things with passion and reckless abandon. i didn't realize it when i got it that it would do this... because my other tattoos i GOT for that purpose, and became not necessarily what i intended.. (not to take away from my love LOVE love for them, i just don't get reminded to be holy from markings on my body. that comes from being aware and sensitive.) i'm only reprimanded by my tattoo representation when i fall short of being who i am. careful comfortable.. forget that. heart games on full availability (cue alexisonfire lyrics).

with that being said i just got an alumni package for graduating this year and now have a paranoid feeling that i've been institutionalized. i seriously need some white umbrellas to get me over that.



get on me.