i swear i wish it was luck in a tin cup

biatches, i have one tin cup and i love it to bits. it's convenient and it gives me the sense of freedom. i can even heat up a cup of soup when i want to. damnit it love a good tin cup.


and look, this piece of honeymelon looks like a crazy millipede.


once i went to sleep on a couch of a girlfriend for a month... the night i arrived her friend brought her a present: a giant millipede in an aquarium. back then, in 2003, i was vicariously living trough my bug phobia. anything with segments screwed me up in a horrible manner. so i sat there with a badly proportioned cranberry vodka after hours of being stuck in snow on amtrak, with klonopine leftovers, bugging out over that creepy bug.

but i started crushing on that girl i was visiting, so i had to be cool. i stroked the bug. it was after all a sad creature: it would crawl up to the top of the aquarium, but then his body would just bend backwards and fall. he would never escape. he, in fact died a couple weeks after i left.

in prehistoric times they were like, 2 or 3 meter long. screw this shit!