So I think 2005 is going to be a good year for me. After all, I turn 25 on April 25th in 2005, so as my friend Juliet said, it's my golden year. So I guess that means I will write the great american novel, option it for film for Sofia Coppola to direct, and marry Alex Tanguay.
Seriously though. Aside from generic work annoyances and being busy, I'm having a good time so far. The boy called the next day and then called tonight and we're going to go out tomorrow night, after I have dinner with my parents and sister (who is leaving for Rome on Monday) and get to wear my hott new shoes. I think I'll have to take some pictures. My BeneFit makeup arrived today (some of you ladies know what that means!) so I will even look clear-complexioned.
I went to Savannah with some girlfriends last night to see them get tattooed. The place we went to was sketchy--not unclean sketchy, or even bad tattoo sketchy--just unpleasant attitude sketchy. Like, when you've got walls full of ugly flash, you should really not be nasty about a girl who wants a little help with her design. So I dragged Kacie out of there and went somewhere else. Sara got hers done and she likes it and it does look good, but pardon me if I think that tattoo artists being nasty isn't part of the package. I wanted to talk to someone about working out a Frank Miller design from Sin City for me, but I didn't see anything that impressed me. So, Stina or Mrs_Misha, help me out here.
I am crushing on this boy far more than I think I should be. Not that he's not worthy or anything, just that...I don't really know. Everything I went to type there sounded stupid as soon as I said it. What's weird is that I'm a music writer but this is actually the first musician I've ever hooked up with. Anyway, whatever. It will be fun. I think. His ex-girlfriend is encouraging me, which I guess is a good sign, unless she secretly hates me and wants me dead. I don't think so, though. I saved her from getting browbeaten into a tattoo different than what she wanted, so she best like me.
Seriously though. Aside from generic work annoyances and being busy, I'm having a good time so far. The boy called the next day and then called tonight and we're going to go out tomorrow night, after I have dinner with my parents and sister (who is leaving for Rome on Monday) and get to wear my hott new shoes. I think I'll have to take some pictures. My BeneFit makeup arrived today (some of you ladies know what that means!) so I will even look clear-complexioned.
I went to Savannah with some girlfriends last night to see them get tattooed. The place we went to was sketchy--not unclean sketchy, or even bad tattoo sketchy--just unpleasant attitude sketchy. Like, when you've got walls full of ugly flash, you should really not be nasty about a girl who wants a little help with her design. So I dragged Kacie out of there and went somewhere else. Sara got hers done and she likes it and it does look good, but pardon me if I think that tattoo artists being nasty isn't part of the package. I wanted to talk to someone about working out a Frank Miller design from Sin City for me, but I didn't see anything that impressed me. So, Stina or Mrs_Misha, help me out here.
I am crushing on this boy far more than I think I should be. Not that he's not worthy or anything, just that...I don't really know. Everything I went to type there sounded stupid as soon as I said it. What's weird is that I'm a music writer but this is actually the first musician I've ever hooked up with. Anyway, whatever. It will be fun. I think. His ex-girlfriend is encouraging me, which I guess is a good sign, unless she secretly hates me and wants me dead. I don't think so, though. I saved her from getting browbeaten into a tattoo different than what she wanted, so she best like me.
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Have you seen the preview of the Sin City movie? HOLY FUCK IT'S GOOD!
dude, i think THAT is totally the key. that is where all of my wasted time, heart, energy and enthusiasm is going: failed attempts at achieving something that i don't even want.
why is it so hard to shut out the voices of "reason" from all around who tell us to be successful, when really, the key to our success is probably to throw ourselves, with all of our big, passionate, artist hearts madly into whatever it is we wake up every day thinking about.
why should a comic book artist keep trying to make it as a graphic designer?
(thanks for helping to jar all that junk loose).
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bill pullman kicks so much ass its silly.
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good luck on the date!