Just got back from pitching my sitcom idea ("Now I am Become Beth") to NBC. It's about a single mom struggling to find the balance between raising her 4 kids and her job working in a nuclear facility for the military.
Your early 20s is thinking real eyes realize real lies is idiotic
Your late 20s is realizing this phrase is more important than anything Jean Paul Sartre ever wrote
Trying to find a way to combine all my cityscape collages together into one giant collage (middle not finished) and then move on from this theme forever
I'm doing an album y'all and it sounds so fucking insanely good and it's weird as fuck I am so proud of it. You're all harshly judged in the lyrics. Maybe that's a joke? Listen to it this fall and see.
I'm filling vocal duty's for Elliot's punk band Blaster for a few shows and it was through these wonderful pictures I discovered that I am, indeed, hot.