Stegosaurus by Mykl Roventine (Mykl Roventine)

Peko, the stegosaurus, was too large at age two for us to keep him in the apartment, and we had to give him up for adoption. That was a sad day.

brother: I think you'd like Japan.
me: have you been there?
brother: no.
me: uh. are you trying to get rid of me?
brother: Iceland would really compliment your eyes.

everything is a hologram.

this year for something different i gave it a theme: adventure. so when my sister called up asking me to scuba dive, i said SURE!

it was scary + great. there was some sea swimming race at the beach too, so there was music playing over the ocean. pop. rock. dancing on the pier in wetsuits.

after thinking about why i was so enamoured of scuba diving, i realised it's because it's in all the james bond movies. which led to: let's try everything from bond movies. next up: seaplane? spelunking? explosives? i'm serious.

good news: Indigo magazine for female teens has a no-photoshop policy for its models. i don't know if it's a good magazine or not, but quel refreshing policy.

it seems strange to me that there isn't a designer diet virus. some nice 48-hour bug that upsets your tummy and upsets your mind about food. or maybe it exists and it's unethical so it's controlled. quietly. whenever the film stars say they existed on soup for a month, to lose weight for a role, they actually had a designer virus for a few days. is it even unethical compared to diet pills, appetite suppressants, stomach stapling, all those other things? doubt it. maybe a diet virus will be the end of humans. oh, cheerful story. i didn't really think that long and hard about this. you can calm down.