You ever come in contact with one of those One Up type of people?
Yea you know, the ones that never shut the fuck up. Well they annoy me. Just because I have a really cool story does not mean that you have permission to make something up, making yourself seem more awesome, cause frankly you are not. Get over yourself.
Oh yea, and what about those people you ask advice and all they do is make you feel inferior or stupid for asking a question? I will kick you in the balls ((or vagina)) and then we will see how smart you look.
Thats all. Have a nice and pleasant day everyone.
Wednesday, November 30, 2011
Tuesday, November 29, 2011
new ventures
So recently I have started really getting myself together businesswise with my photography. I just completed my first couple official gigs, and I am looking forward to the next few I have booked already. However, in the meantime I am trying maintain my writing, continue to photograph, work a full time job, excercise excessively, take care of a crazy cat, learn to play my guitar, and prepare for the oh so dreaded holidays. Its nuts. Being the Virgo I am I have already designed three seperate websites, deleting them all because of my battle with satisfication/perfection/whatever you call it. I spent 8 hrs yesterday editing photos, again fighting my urge to delete and start all over again. I am way too critical of my own work. But whatevs. The point of this run on paragraph is to let you know that there will be some good stuff to come...i promised myself, promise.
Most importantly, and I had this conversation with T the other night, is that there is nothing that makes me more happy than my spike in creativity. Allowing myself to be creative, and feel confident, only reminds me that I am at a SUPER awesome place in my life. It just feels good :) Reeeallll Good y'all.
Most importantly, and I had this conversation with T the other night, is that there is nothing that makes me more happy than my spike in creativity. Allowing myself to be creative, and feel confident, only reminds me that I am at a SUPER awesome place in my life. It just feels good :) Reeeallll Good y'all.
Super Duper Dickwad this is for YOU
I would just like to say that the pictures that I take are MY pictures. Meaning...they belong to ME. The titles that I give to them are specifically for a reason. They may not make sense to you but...hey, maybe that is because they are fucking MINE and not yours.
For anyone out there that wants to criticize someones artwork, well you suck. And you suck. And again you suck. How about that?
No? Well how about you just move on to the next image until you find something to satisfy your unartistic self, because absolutely no one who appreciates art would criticize someone else's artwork.
Sorry to inform you, but you failed the first fucking grade asshole.
For anyone out there that wants to criticize someones artwork, well you suck. And you suck. And again you suck. How about that?
No? Well how about you just move on to the next image until you find something to satisfy your unartistic self, because absolutely no one who appreciates art would criticize someone else's artwork.
Sorry to inform you, but you failed the first fucking grade asshole.
Tuesday, November 22, 2011
thoughts on the road
I swear I could easily write a book with the amount of thoughts that run through my head when I drive. I need to invest in one of those hand held tape recorders or some shit. I've been thinking a lot lately of taking a solo road trip somewhere just to get out a ton of thoughts. I really wish Jose could write, and well, listen for that matter. We would kill it on the road.
I am going to consciously start to get these thoughts down on paper immediately when I get to wherever I am going. Last night, I was on some serious shit, thinking like this is the smartest thing ever, and within 15 minutes of getting home, I ate, showered, and washed all those thoughts away.
Solutions:
~A pen and paper in the car, which could most simply be done if my mind was not mush.
~A tape recorder, in which I would probably trash in a day because I absolutely despise the sound of my own voice.
~Teaching Siri to understand my ridiculous accent so she could take notes. She already thinks I'm a bitch, constantly yelling at her for not understanding.
~Figuring out how I can get Jose to listen, write, and travel with me everywhere I go.
~Hire a road assistant, that clearly would never get paid.
I am going to consciously start to get these thoughts down on paper immediately when I get to wherever I am going. Last night, I was on some serious shit, thinking like this is the smartest thing ever, and within 15 minutes of getting home, I ate, showered, and washed all those thoughts away.
Solutions:
~A pen and paper in the car, which could most simply be done if my mind was not mush.
~A tape recorder, in which I would probably trash in a day because I absolutely despise the sound of my own voice.
~Teaching Siri to understand my ridiculous accent so she could take notes. She already thinks I'm a bitch, constantly yelling at her for not understanding.
~Figuring out how I can get Jose to listen, write, and travel with me everywhere I go.
~Hire a road assistant, that clearly would never get paid.
Monday, November 21, 2011
weird kitty
Something is wrong with Jose. Aren't cats supposed to hate water? This cat lays in the sink every morning just so he can get a bath. He freaks out if I won't turn on the water. Maybe he is just super lazy and does not feel like cleaning himself. Either way he is a weirdo.
And I love it.
Tuesday, November 15, 2011
11.15.2011
Flightless bird.
Lost without out you.
Empty beauty.
Dreams scattered.
Songless bird.
Lost without you.
Timeless entry.
Emotions gone.
Fearless bird.
Free without you.
Love flourishes.
Tears dry.
Lost without out you.
Empty beauty.
Dreams scattered.
Songless bird.
Lost without you.
Timeless entry.
Emotions gone.
Fearless bird.
Free without you.
Love flourishes.
Tears dry.
The Truman Show
So let me get on some sappy shit right now…
About a month or so ago I got an invite from my friend Courtney’s dad to come celebrate her 10 years singing live as a musician. I was not given at the time of the invite very many details about the celebration except the time, date, and location. I was under the impression it was just going to be a small get together with her closest friends in a bar we grew up watching her play.
Okay so being the 14th of the month, always the worst due to my excessive deadlines, I was in a serious mood all day. I found myself not really wanting to do anything after work besides going home and taking a serious mental break. However, it was the 10 year anniversary and I knew I needed to man up for a little while and make my appearance at Courtney’s celebration. I told myself I would stay just a little while to show her my love, not realizing how important this all really was going to be.
Well, I can honestly say this was by far one of the happiest days of my life. There were so many times during the night that I stopped to think how exceptionally lucky I am to be surrounded by the friends and family I have. I don’t even know how to begin to explain the emotions I felt. Shit got like real fucking real.
I have known Courtney since I have been like five years old. I remember sitting in her basement as a child making homemade videos rehearsing poems from Where the Sidewalk Ends and singing “it’s my party and I’ll cry if I want to.” I need to recognize her golden win as Little Miss MacDade, her performances at the Swarthmore’s Players Club, and most importantly her role as one of my best friends. Last night was certainly Courtney’s night and I could go on and on about her. We all have seen her grow into the beautiful person she has become and are more than exceptionally proud of her accomplishments.
But to the point…Life seriously fucking happens sometimes. We all tend to get busy, things get complicated, time passes more quickly, and friendships and relationships evolve. Nights like last night however, erase all the unnecessary bullshit and bring us back to the reality of what love really feels like. The emotion felt when Court walked in to this surprise was simply amazing. Her tears of joy made me, and I am sure I can speak for all my girls, experience such an extreme sense of admiration, love, happiness, and beauty. It was amazing.
This is my ode to you girls, and you know who you are. I am so sorry I don’t say this shit enough, but I love you. I love the way we have all grown together to become the people we are today. But mostly, I love you for you, just you. You make me…well…ME.
And then there was music.
About a month or so ago I got an invite from my friend Courtney’s dad to come celebrate her 10 years singing live as a musician. I was not given at the time of the invite very many details about the celebration except the time, date, and location. I was under the impression it was just going to be a small get together with her closest friends in a bar we grew up watching her play.
Okay so being the 14th of the month, always the worst due to my excessive deadlines, I was in a serious mood all day. I found myself not really wanting to do anything after work besides going home and taking a serious mental break. However, it was the 10 year anniversary and I knew I needed to man up for a little while and make my appearance at Courtney’s celebration. I told myself I would stay just a little while to show her my love, not realizing how important this all really was going to be.
Well, I can honestly say this was by far one of the happiest days of my life. There were so many times during the night that I stopped to think how exceptionally lucky I am to be surrounded by the friends and family I have. I don’t even know how to begin to explain the emotions I felt. Shit got like real fucking real.
I have known Courtney since I have been like five years old. I remember sitting in her basement as a child making homemade videos rehearsing poems from Where the Sidewalk Ends and singing “it’s my party and I’ll cry if I want to.” I need to recognize her golden win as Little Miss MacDade, her performances at the Swarthmore’s Players Club, and most importantly her role as one of my best friends. Last night was certainly Courtney’s night and I could go on and on about her. We all have seen her grow into the beautiful person she has become and are more than exceptionally proud of her accomplishments.
But to the point…Life seriously fucking happens sometimes. We all tend to get busy, things get complicated, time passes more quickly, and friendships and relationships evolve. Nights like last night however, erase all the unnecessary bullshit and bring us back to the reality of what love really feels like. The emotion felt when Court walked in to this surprise was simply amazing. Her tears of joy made me, and I am sure I can speak for all my girls, experience such an extreme sense of admiration, love, happiness, and beauty. It was amazing.
This is my ode to you girls, and you know who you are. I am so sorry I don’t say this shit enough, but I love you. I love the way we have all grown together to become the people we are today. But mostly, I love you for you, just you. You make me…well…ME.
And then there was music.
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