well eyeam officially broke...i left my stupid fucking internet job roughly a month ago...I'm not sure how long its been. i think i drank and smoked my savings...i can't really remember...i've been living in a daze for awhile now.
I have filled another 3 sketch books full of random pointless art, much of which will never see the light of day...i need to get a new scanner so i can post some of my shit, but somehow my lack of funds seems to be a dictating force in my life...fuck the price of gas!
Most of the art i have posted on the site under my pics is at least 2 years old with the exception of the most recent few...but fuck if that means much of anything...shit this blog is a bit pointless...first off i have never "blogged" in my life; secondly, no one knows me so the odds anyone will read this shit is slim and for those of you who do...I apologize now; and lastly wtf am i doing its 1am and i'm drunk!
Shit..!
I am eyeam and I am trying to find my fucking self!
After wasting the last 6 years of my life with a girl who fucking turned me into a useless self conscious bitch...much like her...i am now learning to "love myself" which sounds so goddamn gay...and so i re-discovered SG...i now spend most of my day working on school shit, my art and trying to figure out where fuck i went so terribly wrong...all in all i am fantastic!
eye think i'll give this whole blog shit a couple of tries but i can see myself saying, "fuck it, do pple really want to hear about my life," and yet in this drunken moment the eyedea of having some kind of god awful recording of my outstanding life seems so fucking attractive...shit maybe, just maybe one of you out there will too.
is that the point of a blog...so pple can keep track of there lives...while praying to some corrupt power that some poor schmuck will find themselves strangely attracted to the personal ramblings of our deepest thoughts and daily happenings?
shit...i can only hope so...for now i must go chupacabra, santa, the boogie man, my illegitimate unborn son and god are waiting for me to jump in this rotation...the bowl is packed and the peace pipe must be smoked.
-eyeam out!
I have filled another 3 sketch books full of random pointless art, much of which will never see the light of day...i need to get a new scanner so i can post some of my shit, but somehow my lack of funds seems to be a dictating force in my life...fuck the price of gas!
Most of the art i have posted on the site under my pics is at least 2 years old with the exception of the most recent few...but fuck if that means much of anything...shit this blog is a bit pointless...first off i have never "blogged" in my life; secondly, no one knows me so the odds anyone will read this shit is slim and for those of you who do...I apologize now; and lastly wtf am i doing its 1am and i'm drunk!
Shit..!
I am eyeam and I am trying to find my fucking self!
After wasting the last 6 years of my life with a girl who fucking turned me into a useless self conscious bitch...much like her...i am now learning to "love myself" which sounds so goddamn gay...and so i re-discovered SG...i now spend most of my day working on school shit, my art and trying to figure out where fuck i went so terribly wrong...all in all i am fantastic!
eye think i'll give this whole blog shit a couple of tries but i can see myself saying, "fuck it, do pple really want to hear about my life," and yet in this drunken moment the eyedea of having some kind of god awful recording of my outstanding life seems so fucking attractive...shit maybe, just maybe one of you out there will too.
is that the point of a blog...so pple can keep track of there lives...while praying to some corrupt power that some poor schmuck will find themselves strangely attracted to the personal ramblings of our deepest thoughts and daily happenings?
shit...i can only hope so...for now i must go chupacabra, santa, the boogie man, my illegitimate unborn son and god are waiting for me to jump in this rotation...the bowl is packed and the peace pipe must be smoked.
-eyeam out!