I had such a long week/LIFE... and I am just about everything to just PAUSE... I am stressed beyond stress... but for some odd reason things don't seem SO bleak... Just slightly hazzy... so I guess that's a plus
I hurt my crotch on the banister in my house... and a puppy that looks like my dog showed up in my yard... and I am adopting it... against everything my GF says... I am naming him Hercules... I love him... Pics up soon of my new guy... any who...
The daily chronicles of me & the randomness that plague my psyche & my very existence.
The business cards are ready to print and I think I did an excellent job with them... a few hours on Photoshop and voila


I got a fucking cold... I keep waking up... and the girl friend is denying me a iced beverage (water & tea) Damn I am in a funky mood... and I'm out of Robitussin... What the hell????
OMFG... Sweet baby Jaysus... iCramp.... & iHurt...
Womanhood... in definition: My ovaries makes me stronger than any man...
I need a drink... I need to do laundry... I guess I do that tomorrow at the same time...
I got a entry for the Por Que Jaysus Chronicles but i don't think its too funny... My grandpa is dead... My ex husband is working my nerves... My sister is a bitch... I been unproductive... I need a gym... I want to hit someone in the face, nuts, & neck...
iCramp
This is a portrait of Cecelia Zeigler... She is my mother... and I love her very much
I made this using water colors and masking fluid.

For your viewing pleasure I present to you 2 minutes and 10 seconds of total WHAT THE FUCK...
Is it me or is there something fishy going down in the burbs....
He is twisted off of some of the finest malt liquor... he sneaks into you houses... opens your gifts... puts on your dress... I am not sure if he is a revolutionary in the making or is in the pre-stages of becoming a pedophile... But he is 4 years old and clearly needs Jaysus...
Everyday battles are lost everyday.
