fuck no tattoos has a tag for bacon tattoos. that is so good.
Yes this is an actual journal.
man, how many times do you think they have to collect all the pages off the floor and rebind them in a year?
so, turns out i’m one of those ‘my tattoo is bascially healed, and now i want another one’ kinda folks. anyone know where i can get reliable latin translations?
i’m going at some point with my brother to get shitty punk rock tattoos, and i want to use an old idea i had with it. he’s getting the black flag bars and i’m getting the minor threat ‘out of step’ black sheep, and i want stand up and be counted in latin near it, too. so, anyone know latin?
1. closing out muddy waters with maggie, her boyfriend, and pat doyle.
2. actually going grocery shopping with pat doyle and buying foods.
3. listening to townes van zandt very, very loudly to and from the store.
4. hanging out with pat and declan, singing and playing and listening and talking.
another great fucking night. about time, too. it seems like we all needed it.
http://www.mediafire.com/?sharekey=4a58168c2ef910705e2bd628a2cb8cfdc382216cf4aef16238538f5672f1b9df go here to download the tracks from all tumul’s parties 2. some of rochester’s best noise musicians doing some really, really amazing things. seriously. go.
[note: the acts are albert einstein and the hopi/benjamin court/willoughby hills, crush the junta, martin freeman, ian downey, and swine wave.]
tanksgiving was amazing. seriously, one of the best nights i’ve had in a long while. t[h]anks everyone!
