I think I may be ready to start using this thing again.

But, my tumblr will probably be updated more frequently with less serious/more interesting things.

But that’s not even the cool part.

Gene Simmons totally sat on me.

Clocked in at 9:30. Got home at 1 a.m. Fell asleep at 2 a.m. Woke up at 5 a.m. Unloaded a truck at Macy’s at 6 a.m. Class. Kung fu. Came home and crashed, completely missing Lana’s 21st birthday. Woke up at 5 a.m. today. Macy’s. Class. Have to do it again tomorrow. My body is in shock from minimal sleep and nourishment. My parents want to kick out my brother. Romance? I’ve forgotten what that is.

But…I felt Gene Simmons’ balls on my lap through the spandex of his getup.

My life is worth something.

“Sit” should not be used under the influence or while operating heavy machinery…

…especially if you are like me and want to text someone that you will ‘sit on his lap and feed him chocolate bon-bons.’

Okay. I’ll sit really still. You start being on the north side of things.

“I’ve got the Bourne Identity ending theme as mine. That way when someone calls me, I have to jump off a roof into a window and kick a baby in the head.”

Joey was hell-bent to get a tattoo this week, but didn’t know what. I told him about my butterfly, and we decided to get it next to the birth mark we both share with mom. We opted for brown, because it matches our hair and eyes.

Mom’s response: “$42.70? That’s it?” …and then proceeded to say that she’d get it done too if she didn’t need to spend forty-two dollars on bird seed.

I like the composition of THIS photograph better, but mom got Joey’s head reflected in the window. Shame on her, you know? She’s actually a photographer.

Also, HERE is a closeup of Joey’s tattoo. And goosebumps. God, I love having a digital camera.

So yeah. Here’s to us being two incomplete parts of a whole.

Floopy and Mimsy Go to Hell (2011)