A month after my previous post I officially renounce any claims of actually trying to keep or make a proper journal about my trip to New York at the end of last month. to put the entire thing into one post would take a huge commitment I obviously lack, and I've been dealing with my new computer crap (which is now back in Alienware's hands if florida since they made me mail her back to fix a cosmetic problem with the case, not willing to just credit me the difference). Although my memory shall fade with time, and hopefully the journal would have helped hold my memories and pleasures with the results of the trip, I fear my willpower is lacking. What I truly need is a little bit of time and a lot of ambition. I did get most of the photos from the trip edited and ready for viewing so I may load that up soon. I found in review that most of the photos were very basic and although I found a decent number of targets for my attention that day i was out and about I was not very willing to hang my $800 mug me sign around my neck as I toured the city for the first time. I really am too skinny to wear my black leather trenchcoat, but it was very nice to just swing my phalically oversized camera under and out of view and temptation. Even wearing straight black with it in review of the couple pictures I had with me in it, I came across as extra nerdy. Now I was still dead sexy with it on when I had my straight black slacks on, deep coal black silk shirt, and pitch black plum tie on, but otherwise I've decided its screming nerd a bit much. the only way to avoid looking completely nerdy with the thing on is to dress impecably with great style and grooming and dress to remove any weakest links that may scream 'matrix reject'.
.... ya notice how finally removing my trying to force myself to be productive on here actually got me writing again? I think the shift my journal took from dream diary to chronically my life has taken a turn for the worse and I should keep it as simple as possible. Let it hold my thoughts for the day. Short or long it doesnt matter. Just write..... even on this crappy ass non-erg keyboard that should scream for me to replace and give me funky wrists.
.... ya notice how finally removing my trying to force myself to be productive on here actually got me writing again? I think the shift my journal took from dream diary to chronically my life has taken a turn for the worse and I should keep it as simple as possible. Let it hold my thoughts for the day. Short or long it doesnt matter. Just write..... even on this crappy ass non-erg keyboard that should scream for me to replace and give me funky wrists.