So, I'm done with finals
and I'm completely moved back home.
The stress of living with my family has already begun to take its toll.
I've been home two days, and my parents are already bitching at me to get a job
which I was going to do applications today, but it's not enough for them for me to get a job.
NO, they don't think the jobs I'm applying for are "good" enough.
What they don't understand is that we living in the fucking sticks,
and there are NO "good" jobs for the taking,
they are all already taken by people who have had them for twenty five years.
I already have to drive twenty miles to and twenty miles from the place that I'm going to work,
to get a better job I'd have to drive sixty miles to and from the place,
and gas is way too damn expensive (nearing four dollars a gallon)
for my minimum wage ass to pay for (6.25/hr).

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Sorry for the rant, I meant to put something creative up, but this came out. It always happens when I come home. It's like I lose a couple hundred brain cells, (along with the ability to use proper grammar when I'm speaking, I swear to god, NO ONE in this place has any idea what the fuck subject/verb agreement is) and all I can do is rant about how much I hate it.....

this is what I do when I can't make myself study:

This one is inspired by recent events; a friend of the family recently got back from Iraq, and he expects everyone to ignore his disgusting behavior just because he is a "hero" (he didn't really do anything more than any other soldier, but he feels entitled). I think He's a whore, and the whole business arguing with him and whatnot is aggravating me.[FORGIVE THE HORRIBLE RENDITION OF THE BIRD, I'VE NEVER FELT COMPELLED TO DRAW IT BEFORE, AND THAT WAS A FIRST ATTEMPT]



My family, the super "nice" people that they are, is letting a friend of my sister's live with them, for the time being. She's just about the dumbest person I've ever met, she doesn't get rhetorical questions, and she's constantly mistaking words for other words ..... btw she slept with the guy i called a whore in the previous drawing.




This next one was an actual conversation I had with my little brother, angel that he is......


the next two are just a slice of my life, and a few thoughts I've had.

you're a guy

you want to know what it's like?

you can't comprehend what it's like for me

for you it's this continuous upward journey

building and building to an ultimate reward

and then when you finally reach the peak

there it is, just waiting for you

you shudder with ecstasy and fall

from the peak exhausted

into Morpheus's arms.

for me it's much different

it begins the same

blood starts pumping

heat radiates from every part of my body

breath quickens and pupils dilate

my journey, like yours, is upward

yearning for something... just.. out... .of ... reach

every now and then i get sweet intimations of it

small rises compared with what's to come

rise and dip, moan and gasp

over and over again

little climaxes building to the finale

and when it comes,  o it comes

over and over

slowly subsiding

but it doesn't exhaust me

i have a strange clarity

and all i want to do

is meld every inch of my skin to yours

touch you everywhere all at once

and to be touched everywhere all at once

in a still and seemingly eternal paralytic embrace.