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my personality is tabasco sauce bottle-necked

i'm reserved, preserved and ill-tempered

listen. i know i'm full of shit

10 February 2018 @ 09:02 pm
in a sense i guess one could say i have the biggest mental boner for new zealand
01 February 2018 @ 06:35 am
so I've had this blog for art named multikunstneri.. that I've basically let die. and today I discovered that a new acquaintance runs a blog with name multiartist. and somehow that really twisted the dirty knife in my gut
09 January 2018 @ 10:40 pm

there is nothing i want to do anymore

08 January 2018 @ 05:43 pm
Dinner was bland so I spiced up the julienned carrots and cabbage with Tabasco sauce. And it was the Worst idea. My mouth felt like it was being attacked by an oil drill dipped in burning vinegar and salt. And as someone who eats Carolina Reaper for breakfast, this was quite a blow. Moral of the story is, don't chew Ice Min chewing gum right before dinner.
10 August 2017 @ 08:34 pm
I ruin everything I'm around
25 June 2017 @ 11:39 am
fuck guilt is a bitch
mood: sorry
being emotionally and mentally stable sounds fun, I wanted to try that this year but look who's failing

17 December 2016 @ 11:24 pm
Christmas is like a reversed scratch and sniff experience, really. Faded smells of ash and sap and matchsticks, distant scent of spruce cloaked in fat and spices, muffled Alf Prøysen melodies mixed with sharp clacking of patent leather shoes.  All of it trying to appeal to my senses. Futile.