Jude Moses.

Got asked to hold the iPhone up to record this for my lovely friend seen here. I am at least half of those Youtube views.

Go find 'im on the Facebook.

In love.

Right there. The one with the hat.

Hello.

I'm Jasa. I think we met a long time ago. Here's a picture of the window over my bed.

I think probably the birth of my child brought me back to these Parts. Yesterday, W. Epaminondas Adrastus Blab was brought into my life.

He's speedy quick. I'll get a proper baby photo of him one day. He was for my birthday.

Hey I'm 21 now. Nothing's changed, except that I feel a little lame as an adult because I don't even know how to buy insurance.

There's more seriousness going on then you may realize.

I had another ballet recital. It might have been my last one. This year I was an evening star. Here is a silly phone picture of me trying to sit in the car in my poofy dress. It is probably my favorite outfit ever.

I'll get a proper photo of it one day.

Today I went to the dentist. He poked around in my mouth with this gloved fingers and it was pretty weird. I thought about biting him just to see what would happen. I didn't dislike my dentist. He wasn't hurting me. He wasn't even making me feel like an idiot. I just wondered how everyone would react if I bit one of his fingers.

I didn't.

I do love the dentist. I love the smell and the taste and the freakish sterility and the edge everyone's on for no reason. But today I got my teeth cleaned. And getting my teeth cleaned was one of the worst experiences of my life. I didn't try to bite the fingers of the teeth cleaning lady. I just clenched my hands together so hard I thought my tendons would pop and my eyes twitched with startling vigor and unevenness. I laid there and tried to think of beautiful things like Olivier Theyskens dresses, but I could hardly even remember what a dress was. Truthfully. My mouth still hurts.

I have pincurls setting on my head right now. You may remember that my hair looks something like the child of David Bowie and La Roux. (Though always remember I came first. [Well at least before La Roux, and I didn't know Mr. Bowie's hair till after mine was cut.]) THERE IS A FIREFLY ON MY WINDOW. My head hurts. Having them put in hurt. Sleeping on them is going to hurt. But I am quite certain that all of this pain is going to be worth it when I wake up tomorrow and have an afro mullet.

I'm tired now.

Welcome to my blahg.

I need to work on my unconditional love. The more I know most people, the less I like them.

However, this is the greatest picture ever.

We were given hearts to make our own decisions.

Obesity is not a disease. It's a choice.

I'm tired of pretenders.

I'll post happy later. When I feel happy.

That's better.

Pretty things.

This is my niece Hannah Noelle. She is the best thing in the world. The very best, best.