Thursday, September 29, 2005

"Mom used to spank us all the time and we turned out fine."

"Really? Who's my dad?"

I am le tired. I need to do laundry but I just don't feel like getting up and doing it. Yea, I know. I'm lazy.

Eat me.

And I just watched Joey spank an angry child?

Confused? Yes.

Tuesday, September 27, 2005

New Day

I sit in my room, watching TV. I study for my graphic design test tommorow (I need to, I failed the last one). I wait for Lisa to call. I'm not sure if we'll be able to see each other because she's crazy busy with rehearsals right now, but even hearing her voice will please me.

I went to Hot Topic today to try to pawn off my Friday shift. So far no go. I will see if I can find Jesse tommorow in between classes and see if she wants it. If not her then I will go and see if Lee wants it tomo night.

While at HT I picked up the new Coheed and Cambria comic. It's in graphic novel format, entitled "Good Apollo I'm Burning Through IV: Fear Through the Eyes of Madness." The story is twisted and entertaining and the art is phe-frickin-nominal. A big step up from the last series.

I modeled today. $9.30 an hour. It wasn't so bad. Naked for three hours in front of twelve people (most of which I don't know) isn't as shocking as it sounds.

New piece by "SkinnyD" up on deviantART.

Everyone should go check it out. Nothing special, but it looks a great deal different than my normal work.

Found a guitar at Shivelbines that I want. A Fender.

I need to work on my Michael Turner style noses.

Trojan Women opens this weekend.

I'm on Satan- I mean Facebook now. James Bratten. Look me up, muthafuckas.

Sakura pens are awesome, despite the fact that as far as technical pens go they are hella cheap.

I need to go to WalMart and pick up a two pocket folder for my Psych project tomo.




I love you, Lisa.

Friday, September 23, 2005

The Devil

If Facebook is the anti-christ, then I have solidified my place in hell.

Thursday, September 22, 2005

To My Lady

I love you.

You know that, but I still like to tell you.

I love you.

I know the past few weeks have been hard as hell on you with rehearsals, and I want you to know that I mean it every single time I say the words "anything you need, just let me know." If it's help picking up your apartment, call on me. If you need an errand run, let a Jimmy know. I'm here, and I'm totally willing.

I love you, agrah.

James

Thursday, September 01, 2005

Today

Rae and I straightened Lisa's apartment, except for her bedroom. Then we ate dinner in Towers and went to Hot Topic. I saw some clothes there that I really like that are a lot different than what I would normally wear. I'm getting out of the skater chic thing and into a more mature look I think. It's kinda crazy.

Lisa's apartment looks pretty good, we didn't really clean so much as straighten. It's all still there it's just a little neater. Hopefully she will be pleased. One less thing for her to do this weekend.

This is Major Tom to Ground Control. I'm running out of air. Tell my wife I love her very much.

Thu-thu-thu-Thursday

It is Thursday and I am bored.

http://skinnyd.deviantart.com/

Today when Rae gets out of class she and I are going to Lisa's apartment. We're going to straighten up a bit for what I hope will be a pleasent suprise for Lisa when she arrives back tommorow.

Of course, if she reads this it won't be a suprise. Or will it?

I could use a massage.