Sadder-day.

The only reason today is Sadder-day and not Saturday is because I don't have a Halloween costume! Not that I'm one of those people who plans weeks or even months in advance, but I don't even have an inkling of an idea. I mean, when those little kids come by my house with candy, I want them to shit themselves in fear. And when I go out, I can't be in some lame sexy cat costume. Sarah Palin? Too common. Swamp Monster? maybe. Zombie is what I'm considering. Because you know when you see one, even though they're so obviously unreal, it gives you the creeps. Plus, I WILL be frothing at the mouth.

I just ordered two pairs of ballin' glasses from Zenni optical. I got them plus shipping for $25! The days of paying $200 for glasses are OVER! I have an awful prescription too, and yet they didn't charge extra for extra blindness. How kind and understanding of that company.

I have been holding myself back from getting a tattoo. It's so hard. I want a mix tape on my arm so badly.

Here are some other ideas for my half-sleeve. I'd like to have some sort of a type writer (too intense and large, I think) or at least a pen. I want an anatomical heart, but I'm open to other organs. I'd like cherry blossoms. And finally, I'd like the word emet (hebrew for truth) somewhere. That's a lot of money to spend on becoming a walking story.

This is interesting.

also,

Street art. Appreciate it.

Anarchy of the heart, lastly.