saints dont cry

my saint of a sister gave me a jacket she had stumbled upon that just happened to be bLACK PVC CLAVIN KLEIN WONDERCHILD. very pugh-esque non?

 a few quick accidents on adobe and heres a blog post.

meds and feds

THE MOST CAKE/KARATE KID

unfortuna, my room being a mess equates my head being one too.


but anysnootch, i took some pictures of me wearing my old ju jitsu gi. nostLOLgia. i also wore some customised shorts to 'complete' the whole 'look'. do you need anymore reasons to hate me? (I LOVE MY LIFE AS A DICKHEEEAAAD)


i was doing something interesting in psychology today about memory recall and it made me think of everytime you listen to a certain song or smell a certain smell and it reminds you of a previous 'stage' in your existance so far. and it made me realise how much a i hated re-experiencing a memory, incase the original one is replaced by a re-experienced one. okay this isnt making sense anymore which tells me i NEED TO PUT MORE CAPITAL LETTERS IN. ARGAGARGRGARAG IM JEREMY SCOTT. OKAY. IF YOU HAVENT STOPPED READING, YOU ARE TOO POLITE AND I URGE YOU TO STOP.


till next time folks