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I just got moved up to the equivalent of an assistant manager at the massage clinic where I work, along with a 50% raise. I’m now making more than I ever had in my life until now, with less stress and workload, all because I off-handedly complained about my paycheck in front of my manager.

Complaining rocks. Whiners rule.

I’m a handsome lady and a pretty boy.

When people tell me I have a face like a 50’s movie star, I’m flattered, but I also wonder why my face couldn’t cut it in today’s movie biz.

Second hand televison.

Adventures up the mountain. Bogs and rocks.

Random color-coordinated pictures of me by Derek.

(Source: mulderpup, via crustpunkslamdunk)


"Shot in the Bug Bites"

Reading “Hot Lady” aloud in the park, my first macaroon, eyeing up records, delicious barbecue in the sun… Tuesday mornings are amazing these days, and I have one guy to thank.

The Plaster Casters.

(Source: cleosmood)

That was a good day.


Before the availability of the tape recorder and during the 1950s, when vinyl was scarce, people in the Soviet Union began making records of banned Western music on discarded x-rays.


(via onlygodardforgives)


A Frog?

Frog is wrong.

(via onlygodardforgives)