Booyah Soup
I like to tumblog. I'm not a good tumblogger because don't like reblogging or shit like that and also I try to post things that my mom and I would both enjoy.
I'm a great tumblogger. I tumblog for me and me alone and also my friend Skyler.
My real name is Eric. Booyah Soup is just the name of my web log. My interests include web 3.0.
I also play around with tumblogs donimospizza and Dox FDNY
Please let me know if you find a good blingee site for my tumblog.
take this with a grain of salt
because my feelings re: my employment oscillate greatly, but i’ve had kind of a shitty week at work and while i was falling asleep last night i came to the conclusion that i would happily lose my job (voluntary or in-) and burn through the cash i’ve saved up (dec. amt) while i work on rapping 24/7. it would be a race to see if i could make sandwich money via rap before i starve. i think i would win.
kind of exciting
I would also write a lot of poetry, build the ultimate bookcase. I would not become an accomplished blogger. I would not cook any better.
a p. good reason to go to a kind of weird college
is that after you graduate one of your friends releases an album that he recorded in his apt. that has songs with lyrics like
and the blood of the dead will nourish the flowers
dead blood! nourishing the flowers
and the blood of the dead will nourish the flowers
dead blood! nourishing the flowers
take this with a grain of salt
because my feelings re: my employment oscillate greatly, but i’ve had kind of a shitty week at work and while i was falling asleep last night i came to the conclusion that i would happily lose my job (voluntary or in-) and burn through the cash i’ve saved up (dec. amt) while i work on rapping 24/7. it would be a race to see if i could make sandwich money via rap before i starve. i think i would win.
kind of exciting
i haven't had a haircut in quite a while
and i think that i can genuinely be one of those ‘guys with longer hair’
that’s a p. solid ‘fml’ i guess
i think that if you have existential crises you needs to let those crises break yourself a few times until you feel a freedom, and within that freedom you learn what you really want to do.
not everyone knows that they want to be a rapper from day one.
i just remembered that i went a little nuts the last time i lived alone
(summer 07)
i know that i’ve been a Beowulf before,
and one day will again hold the head of grendel,
my other hand still on the sword, tired,
that bitch’s eyes look like mine.
i can’t believe the joke.
have you ever looked in a mirror, puked,
and then painted your portrait on the mirror,
and then painted that portrait on the wall,
on the side of a building,
on the ceiling of your bedroom?
or collected the marrow of the beast,
knowing that you could use it for a transfusion later?
whose blood is this, that stains my boots?
work accomplishments today:
- getting here early
- ‘internet searching’ a coworkers name to see if she is a lesbian
when mommas got milk in their titties it hurts if they dont let it out
its girl version of blueballs
