Agreed. Value can only be assigned by the individual, what is gratifying and fulfilling to one person may seem pointless to another. I think that is why it is so important to follow our passions as defined by ourselves. My little ho-hum job means a lot to me when I see people's faces light up when they first see their birthday cakes, or when I think about the memory and the significance a child's first cupcake. Maybe it is just because I'm a softy, I'm sure not everyone is so sentimental, but I'd like to think that they are.
hells yea....makes me want to fuck space pigeons too....then again i'm sitting around drinking manhattans right now so i wanna fuck anything right now...lmao
If it could be, if I could only make it happen.. my life would be spent taking one long continuous drive. The road would never end, the way would always be well, and the soundtrack would never grow old. No pauses in between songs, no need to stop for a rest, just driving along... driving along... just always and... Read More
You are lovely and such a dreamer and it comes out in the way you speak. Melts me to my toes it does. In other news I still fall asleep on car rides, they are soothing.
Once there was a rabbit named Penelope. She was a teeny weeny little rabbit, of the most ridiculously miniscule in size.
"Turn the wheel you flippin idiot!!" Screamed her brother Ricky, the braver of the two, as he struggled to get his seat belt snapped tight. "NOW!!!!!!"
But alas, it was already too late.
"Oh turtle shits.." Penelope croaked as she realized this was finally... Read More
So many beings crawling about the planet these days
So many empties lost at sea
And as I listen to them while speaking
in their eyes is where I search for what I need
But within their darkness the answers elude me
So as I flee I hear them cry
But in their hearts I saw their reality
So shall never show them mine
I'm not ready to post them for sale anywhere since I can't afford to buy prints in advance, but If my online friends want to buy something and don't mind being patient and want to work things out with me, I'm down with that. <3
Fingers are very strange indeed. I often wonder how it is they manage to do the things I evidently request of them to do. Is it them that decide what it is I am to write? Are they merely outlets of my hopelessly tormented, endlessly turbulent mind? Or do the words just fall from the heavens like rain drops, down to the earth like leaves.... Read More
I say fuck Ronald McDonald, and the King can kiss my fresh from the supermarket, underwear free, lily white ass. Well, what I really meant to say was...
hehe well I'm off to the physio in a couple days. We'll see how that goes. I'm on the mend though! I've been careful with it and stretching much more. It's done wonders.