Letters I Should Have Written You
Fuck it. It’s happening. Negative thoughts and all. Game face, on.
I know some pretty fantastic people. I know even more shitty ones who are the bane of my existence, but I still know some pretty fantastic people.
My Pintrest is currently being over run by people I know who are engaged or about to have a baby/just had a baby. I’m happy for you guys and all, but I probably will not be participating in looking at all the gorgeous/cute/blah blah things that you’re obsessed with at this moment in time. Am I allowed to feel completely weirded out? Love my friends and the beautiful people I know, but totally creeped out about the idea of marriage and babies at 24/25. Ask me again when I’m 40.
I think today will be a record shopping kind of day. Recommendations, please.
Hey music snobs
What would you like to hear for two hours on a Monday night: bluegrass/old school country [i.e. The Cave Singers, Hank Williams, Roy Acouff, Trampled by Turtles, etc.] or straight up oldies of any genre [i.e. Patsy Cline, Buddy Holly, The Ronnettes, Wilson Pickett, etc.]?
Or something completely different?
After successfully being a fat kid and wandering around in the hot sun [with a sunburn to go along], my Saturday night goal is to get everything done that I’ve been unable to do in the last week and a half. I lead such an exciting life, you guys. Between doing the dishes, laundry and vacuuming I’m pretty much having a party over here. VIP only.
I did, however, just finish watching The Triplets of Belleville for the first time in years. Still so in love, you guys.
I am way too awkward to be allowed to hold a conversation with another individual. Truth.
I spend more time deciding what my soundtrack will be while working, instead of actually working.
I gotta say, being on the fringe of drunk and tipsy on a Monday evening is pretty amazing. It’s like living life on the edge meets cat lady. Don’t worry. All for the sake of art. Truths.
I hate how the closer I get to finishing an image, the least interested I am in working on it. All I have left to do is add shadows, which should take an hour tops and is probably the easiest part of my process. But I CANNOT bring myself to do it. Hate.
I think the person who lives above me is an angry elephant. It’s the only logical explanation for the amount of noises I hear, when they actually make noise.
Why bother?
Why full moons are awesome
1. People act crazy. It’s entertaining.
2. Strange things happen, but they’re worth the stories you get to tell afterwards.
3. I got an awesome email basically telling me I get to DJ again. (watch out!)
4. I got an even better email telling me I got into a show (!!!) of which I have two weeks to prepare for.
Also I just “clean plate clubbed” a massive plate of French toast. Living the dream, kids.
