undah presha'.

these cats are amazing.



this weekend is full of deadlines. i know some people proudly proclaim that they work better when they procrastinate, or when they're on deadline persay. i think you're all lying. the only reason people say that is because they are actually producing something. strict deadlines make me even more scatter brained than my normally abnormal manic state. you can only imagine what my desk looks like. paper with scribbled notes everywhere, and i'm supposed to compile finished pieces out of these half-thoughts. my used and re-used coffee cup (proudly dawning the rings of many a late night), a fantastic black pen that decided to explode all over my hand and a banana peel? on top of it all i'm addicted to biggie this week; i'm listening to that suicidal thoughts track off of ready to die over and over. there are no suicidal thoughts going on by any means, but i have this intense urging to holla at some mickey's and shoot dice. i should probably put something less badass on, like fall out boy or katy perry.