Stuck In A Pagoda

Davey took me to see a fucking rad show last night.


The Dickies are the original band that Green Day tries to rip off.


Stuart, the penis puppet sang his lines, "See me. Feel me. Touch me. Feel me..."


There was this little girl there in an Operation Ivy jacket. It was so cute. I used to listen to them when I was her age.


The show was chock full of sexually active teenagers.


Eric emailed a couple of pictures from my art show. Finally.


I am glad to be a part of this handsome couple.


I just rolled out of bed in one of Dave's tee shirts.


He is so good about acting on his inspirations right away.


I'm just glad I can be helpful to him when I'm this groggy, puffy and crusty.


I'm running out of things to deprive myself of.


I'm living off of veggies and sex. They seem to compliment one another.


These faces keep me company when I'm in my work room. I used to stack my stuffed animals in rows in my closet, as a child. They all had names and quirky personalities. Being a weirdo begins early and never goes away.


The main motivation to use my intelligence is to make Dave proud of me.


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