Real talk.
I haven't really updated about my life in a while, so here I am. I've lived in Los Angeles for almost a year and so much has happened. I moved out here to work in music. I thought I had reached my limit with the Arizona music scene and wanted to expand my possibilities. Sadly, things have not worked out that way. In fact, moving out here may have been the biggest mistake I could've made regarding my desired career. I have worked as an operator, a nanny, and within a few weeks I will be a nursing assistant. It's strange the way life changes right underneath you, and how you're told all through your youth that you can be whatever you want to be only to end up wishing it was that easy. Learning to deal with real life. Learning to adjust and accept that you gave up your dream job. I'm not upset that I moved... I can always go back, but I haven't given up hope for here either. I like it.
Enough with the wah-wah-wah's. I've been doing my clinicals in a nursing home where I found out I am married to Joe Franco of Tucson, AZ and that we were neighbors about 70 years ago. He told me he knew that I was born in heaven and that he picked some flowers for me that were the color of my eyes. Hazel flowers? Interesting. I sat for a while and held his hand after he kept trying to gently and sneakily touch mine. I don't think I can work in a nursing home tho. Too depressing.
Pictures? Lots and lots. (I am not worried about putting these behind a cut)
3am diner pimp
Fun with iPhone apps
He's such a betch.
William and I's beach breakfast.
Solve et Coagula
Post wisdom teeth removal
Fires.
Venice.
Casey moved to Austin.
The joys of tape.
The cake I decorated for Popps.
Love style.
Williams-Bruder.
These all belong to me.
Isabel.
Enough with the wah-wah-wah's. I've been doing my clinicals in a nursing home where I found out I am married to Joe Franco of Tucson, AZ and that we were neighbors about 70 years ago. He told me he knew that I was born in heaven and that he picked some flowers for me that were the color of my eyes. Hazel flowers? Interesting. I sat for a while and held his hand after he kept trying to gently and sneakily touch mine. I don't think I can work in a nursing home tho. Too depressing.
Pictures? Lots and lots. (I am not worried about putting these behind a cut)
3am diner pimp
Fun with iPhone apps
He's such a betch.
William and I's beach breakfast.
Solve et Coagula
Post wisdom teeth removal
Fires.
Venice.
Casey moved to Austin.
The joys of tape.
The cake I decorated for Popps.
Love style.
Williams-Bruder.
These all belong to me.
Isabel.