tawainai

Seekers and peekers,



I am just now getting back from the lecture period of doom. Before that, it was design class.

I am not feeling very well. I have the WORST headache and my stomach kinda hurts. Boy, this is worse than the headache i got from chugging down that huge margarita at Mi Ranchitos. And before you bastards start shouting out " OOOOO T's pregnant!", think again...baffoons... lol

It's my allergies. This morning i woke up with a stuffy nose and then it traveled back up to my head. OUUCH. On top of that, i'm suffering from post nasal drip. Good shit. You should try it.

Design class:

I may be on the news this Thursday for murdering a fellow classmate with my X-Acto knife. This guy always sits next to me so he can mooch off my supplies. I have absolutely no problem with that. I love to share. (I share my body with you people every day lol) But this guy has made absolutely NO effort to go out and get his own. I see him with all kinds of high tech stuff that I can't even afford yet he'll never take his ass to Art Mart and buy 25 cent colored pencils. When i stock up, i've got to stock up for me AND him lol. He also destroys my things. He borrowed a very expensive brush from me and handed it back to me looking like an elephant's toothbrush. What kind of shit is that? He met me at my art cubby (Yes i have a cubby. It goes back pretty far too. I traveled to Narnia in it a few times) and asked for my combo so he could just go use my stuff at his convienence. HA...I laughed at him politely and took my black ass to lecture. He's probably still standing there...

I was standing in the infamous bathroom that got one of the "Poo Bandit's" priceless fecal murals. It was quite a chilling feeling. I thought about perhaps visiting him at his cell to get an interview about his work, but was mighty late for class..so I left.

Lecture: Ok so i...fell asleep. My teacher, whom i call "Mr. Sandals or Jesus" because he wears sandals all year round, directs all his theories to his wife's lasagna. No joke. Everything he teaches always leads to "...it's almost like my wife's lasgana...it takes layers." ZZZZZZZZzzzzZZZZZZZZZzz So i have an excuse for going straight to bed in his class. I also blame his soft voice. What woke me up was a loud thud. Turns out the optimistic idiot thought he could pull off resting his 6'3 400lb body on a small desk and destroyed it. Tax dollars down the drain. Many people left because they couldn't stop laughing. He started debating on whether or not class should end early because no one could focus. SO he asks me out of all people asleep in the very back row, "Whaddaya think? Should dismiss early?" I Mumbled, " Yes i do believe that's a rap. You don't look too good" That set the class off into another frenzy of laughter. I really didnt think it was that funny. I really could see his bottom was in pain and his sandals were crooked. I made sure to apologize after class. He grunted "who cares, it's pay day." I knew there was a reason i signed up for that class...

I went to Sonic and got a watermelon slushy and took my happy ass home.

I am very excited to find that my dear friend Ruff. (Illustrator of Tank Girl comic books.) sent me a copy of the current "Visions of Booga" series. Thank you Ruff. You are tough. Can't get enough, of Ruff's stuff.

Dont worry folks, i won't be taking up a rap career.

i'll write and post some good naked pics later. I've got to do something about this house and my head.

(And i apologize for advertising my ugly feet. lmao)




With Love of none other,
T