512.

it's almost like the entire fucking technological world wants us all to be self absorbed, 
self loving brother fuckers.

unless you are a man, then god help you if you fuck brothers. you better be fucking mothers.. 
or it's straight to hell with you.

instagram, hipstamatic, that japanese pudding one.. the apps go on! i don't even know about half of them. and shit be damned if i use any of them right way. i have an instagram. follow it if you want to, i guess. mainly i just use it to make my stupid dark photos look lighter. not racist, just having an old iphone. shit. but seriously. since the days of myspace have we ever been so self loving? in the nature, mine. my nature. in my nature of being a complete and utter contradiction, here's a thousand pictures i took of myself last night while i was... get this. feeling shitty about myself.

right, cuz what makes you feel better about yourself than fuzzy, hard-to-see-detail photos of your zitty eyebrow-less face? dig. i've been on this kick lately. "lately" yeah right. anyways, this kick of mine. the kick is... i kicked my hair brush to the curb. yeah yeah i fucking own one. i do. but shit, i tell ya. all this fucking bleaching business is giving my hair the business. and every time i brush it a ton falls out. so instead of feeling like that anorexic chick from drop dead gorgeous, i just quit that bitch. the bitch being my brush.

you must be a scary lady, or a very exciting girl. 

that's the end of that, folks. i feel much better about myself today. and i've decided i need a denim jumpsuit. 

goodbye forever, 

j