who tut my booty?
I’ve had a bad weekend
I fought with my boyfriend. We almost broke up, then we didn’t, and now we are on the rocks again. He told me i was being dramatic and emotional. He told me to stop being so sensitive.
I wrecked my car. It’s probably going to be declared totaled because the airbags went off. I got an airbag burn on my entire right forearm.
I can’t sleep. Mostly because of my arm, but also because I can’t turn off my brain.
I have to carpool to work with my dad, which means waking up at 4 instead of 630 to get there (we work different hours). This is not ideal when I can’t get any sleep in the first place.
It could be worse. I am in one piece. My family was 100% there for me and not angry or upset when I had my car accident. No one was injured except me, and the SUV I hit had minimal damage, only a small dent my her rear tire. My boyfriend wants to work things out with me. He’s patient. I’m lucky that my dad and I work in the same company so that it’s possible for me to catch a ride with him, even though it’s earlier than usual. I have awesome friends who showed their support whenever I felt like breaking down these last few days.
But then I got up this morning to take a shower before work (after having not slept more than an hour or so) and a cockroach fell on my burned arm when I tried to open the shower door. I screamed loud enough to wake my parents. I started to cry, because roaches are my worst fear and because I hadn’t meant to scream—I was tired and couldn’t help it. My mom yelled at me and told me to stop. Now it’s 430am, the roach is still in the bathroom, I haven’t showered or brushed my teeth, I’m exhausted, and I have to leave in 15 minutes.
Fuck you, cockroach. Life Ruiner.
The Exquisite ’ Inner Space ’ Architecture of Matthew Simmonds
Hi, my name is Julien Martin, i was born in 1984 in Saint-Tropez, France. I left home when i was 16, travelled for 4 years the country with an italian circus and finally reached Paris in 2004. I got lucky and was accepted at the École nationale supérieure des beaux-arts de Paris because of my “exceptional” talent. Nevertheless i dropped out two years later, missing the feeling of being on the road. I travelled the south of Europe, Portugal, Spain and Italy. Now i am back to Paris and try to live of my art.
” Simmonds makes a play of architecture and ornamentation on a small scale, but the spaces created give the same feeling as in the buildings themselves; a place to rest, a place to travel with the eye and maybe find a moment of tranquillity. The marble is opened up, and inside is a space within a building that only exists in the viewer’s mind. What you sense is the significance of space.” ( Artodyssey )
"but women have sex organs on their chests! I don’t walk around with my pants off!"
I think what you mean to say is “women have secondary sex characteristics on their chests”, not sex organs
in which case let me remind you that your facial hair and enlarged adam’s apple are also secondary sex characteristics
if secondary sex characteristics bother you and you feel they should be covered up in public, please feel free to shove your entire head in a bag at any time