i think i’m gonna buy the soundtrack:

What is it about being 30 that makes you wanna reminisce on your childhood more and more?

more right here

p.s. that white line is fucking up my pretty little blog.

and she still couldn’t fall asleep.

hey friends if you’re reading this, i can’t get on gayspace…too much lag. i think i should’ve just stayed off that shit for good when i had the chance. but noooo, my browser kept leading me back to that site. so in the meantime i’ll be here, working and blogging by myself, LOL.

i really hate that i have to depend on myspace to keep up with people, that shit is going downhill with all the apps and new features they keep adding on to it.

I notice more and more people are becoming intrigued with the graffiti subculture. I’m not one to talk about it too much because I came from a time where everything was supposed to be kept a secret; talking about it would just attract cops, narcs, people who are only ‘in it for a minute’ and other lames. But I digress and times have changed since then. Here are some people in the world of LA graffiti that have stood the test of time that you should read about:

Make at LA Taco

VYAL at Fat Cap

and while you’re at it, go buy this book; it’s visually stunning, easy to read and not as overwhelming as other books on the subject:

this blog has been kinda boring…sorrrrrry dudes…i’ve been blogging about all my personal crap on myspace (even though i hate myspace, it’s hard to break away when all your friends are on there).

- from copying

- from making mistakes

- from solving problems

- from hard work

- from talking shit

- then getting shitted on

- from dealing with situations head on

- from dealing with lazy, annoying, incompetent people

- from doing things the hard way

- from feeling defeated

- from opening your mind (instead of acting like you know everything)

as you can tell, i’m into making lists right now.

(the above ad was the ad i answered and what i consider to be my entry into the graphic design field. this was from 10 years ago back when looking for job meant buying the newspaper; i was 21 years old. shit, dude…that’s trippy!)

i have this jam stuck in my head.