hellcatjustine

All that I believe I am...



what is real, and what is not?

it was a beautiful sunny day. spring has sprung, or begun to. that makes me happy.

I love the warm air against my skin, windows down and radio up, driving on towards forever without so much as a backward glance.

In reality, I am much more awkward than this.

as Dexter would say, I've got issues.

but enough about me.

got another design gig today. Maybe with enough of these, I can pay the bills.

fuck worrying about money. I hate it. Not having it, and needing it.

Hellboy wasn't a half bad flick. I did, however, nod off a bit, but I am not overly found of movie theaters. Was supposed to go see a play tonight. That didn't happen. I am disappointed, but it doesn't matter.

I think I type dyslexic now. I wish my typing teacher could see me now. I bet that old crow is dead. I'm sure she isn't far from it.

How wrong does that sound? and better, that I don't care.

and I say to the universe: Fuck you, I don't care about you.

for better or for worse, they say. I'm in it for the duration. I think I made the right choice. I'm so good at making the wrong one...

this whole journaling thing has done wonders for my voice. I don't mean speaking voice either.

Got a visit from an old friend today. Talked to another. Working for friends is always complicated business. Politics is politics, the business is the rent. Remember that.


must go mend the fences.

oh, you wouldn't believe, the troubles I've seen.

oh yes, and I want half the jazz section at tower. I want everything, and I want it five minutes ago.

Can't you see we're only trying to save ourselves, man?

America, this isn't what I had in mind...


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this just in: I shoot on monday!!!!