My Conversations in the Bathroom is Better than this Shit!

     I was pretty stoked on the idea of watching a movie in photo class (the past movies and clips we've watched were cool, so that assumption was made). I don't know what that man's name is, and at this point I couldn't give a fat rat's ass, but to put in plain english, this guy's lame as hell. If I were to see him on the street, I'd probably go up to him and have a conversation just to rebuttle everything he agreed with. I understand for you to be an artist you have to be somewhat "out there," but his man was just sad-and not in a good way.
     He's obsessed with nature, no biggie; but stones?  Really? He said that he has to understand the stone to realize how it works and for him to understand it, he has to become one with the stone...what the fuck?! I hate that way of thinking to begin with, but if that's what you have to do to create art, well...
     My favorite part of the entire movie was when he's sitting down at the breakfast table eating, staring out the window as his kids are running around him. This motherfucker didn't even acknowledge his kids and I thought that was the funniest thing. He just stared, drinking his coffee as his kid was was about a foot away from him. No "good morning" or "hey-" just stared like a catotonic.
     I will admit, I respect him for his passion and stubborness when it comes to his art...if you can really call it that. Some of his work that I particulary admired was his "rock seed" that was placed in different environments. But please, whatever you do, do not make me have to listen to his philosohical bullshit any longer. I rest my case.

Peek-a-Boo!

Before and After: Retouching !DISCLAIMER! This photo does not belong to me although the retouching is my work

The City Line Chronicles: Really?

I swear, there is no decency left in the world. Last night, I was sitting on the bus and heard something coming from the back so I turned my head to see what was going on. As I was glancing, I caught out the corner of my eye some mexican broad titty feeding her kid out in the open for us to see! Really?

Fuck You Snotty Building

Is there a sign over my head that says come talk to me? Part 2

I was on the bus yesterday and I had overheard this one lady talking about how she used those ancestors.com websites to find her boyfriend's dad. Long story short, another lady who was listening said that she was using those sites too to try and find her ex-boyfriend, her sisters and her kids. You see, when she was young, her three sisters were kidnapped and when she had her kids both of them were kidnapped as well and put up for an adoption (or that's what she says). Then, she was watching this show on NBC about how celebrities are finding out there background and ancestors and shit and she found out that Brooke Shields is her sister. She came to this conclusion becasue she said that Sheilds was adopted and Italian; the lady is Italian and her sister was kidnapped and put up for adoption. She than told us further that when she was little Queen Elizabeth gave her a certifiate to be a princess of "something" but she doesn't know what of. Oh, and her dad's mother (her grandmother) is either Rita Hayworth ot Jane Russel. The only thing I kept thinking is "This bitch better not comes it next to and start talking."

Hockney Style Shit

The Best Joke in the World

The butler walks down the stairs in the morning to the kitchen and said 

"Mr. Jackson, would you like anything else with your breakfast?"

He replied, "Yeah... some toast with JAM ON IT!"