self realization.
addbuster is such a hypocritical magazine. hah. 'buy nothing day'. yet you're buying their magazine. that's funny.
its strange. i'm driving to san fran with rob (missi and frank behind me riding as our passengers). we are celebrating valentines day and missi and franks fifth year together. valentines day being one of the most over publicized days that our ridiculous nation celebrates. so many companies are competing to make the most off of our poor significant others. its a shame.
ive been thinking soo much about how to improve my quality of life lately. my spending habits were a bit out of control in the past and i need to keep that monster hidden now. this valentines day i wish we hadn't purchased anything for each other. we did. however... it was supporting independent artists and locations. rob purchased a 'cotton monster' for me made by jennifer strunge. her name is black mamba. i must say she is an incredible creature. for rob i planned this trip to san francisco. we are staying at hotel des arts. a locally owned hotel featuring rooms painted by some very talented san franciscan artists. sam flores is the room were staying in. i'm so excited to just have some time off and just be a sponge to everything surrounding me.
i can't even begin to explain all of the thoughts that have crossed my mind in the past month. fuck fashion. fuck corporations. fuck image. fuck new newer and newest. fuck everything seriously. i am so bitter with human beings. even myself being a culprit, i disgust myself. i am done with trying to stand out and be 'unique'. nobody is original. inspiration comes from something else- hence not being original. life is not about being bigger and better. bigger homes are a waste of space. space that doesn't even belong to us. i can't wait to move. i'm going to find a peaceful serene location. where mom and pop shops still thrive. i'm going to kick my starbucks drinking habit out the door. i am on the brink of tears thinking about how horrible i've been. god, please forgive me for being so selfish and such wasteful piece of shit.
self realization 101.
signing out (on my waste of plastic $400 diane von furstenburg edition sidekick three. i'm ashamed, what a ridiculous message i've been sending.) i'm sorry if i'm being too hippie for some of you. i'm just soo beyond my realm right now. its actually somewhat uncomfortable.
its strange. i'm driving to san fran with rob (missi and frank behind me riding as our passengers). we are celebrating valentines day and missi and franks fifth year together. valentines day being one of the most over publicized days that our ridiculous nation celebrates. so many companies are competing to make the most off of our poor significant others. its a shame.
ive been thinking soo much about how to improve my quality of life lately. my spending habits were a bit out of control in the past and i need to keep that monster hidden now. this valentines day i wish we hadn't purchased anything for each other. we did. however... it was supporting independent artists and locations. rob purchased a 'cotton monster' for me made by jennifer strunge. her name is black mamba. i must say she is an incredible creature. for rob i planned this trip to san francisco. we are staying at hotel des arts. a locally owned hotel featuring rooms painted by some very talented san franciscan artists. sam flores is the room were staying in. i'm so excited to just have some time off and just be a sponge to everything surrounding me.
i can't even begin to explain all of the thoughts that have crossed my mind in the past month. fuck fashion. fuck corporations. fuck image. fuck new newer and newest. fuck everything seriously. i am so bitter with human beings. even myself being a culprit, i disgust myself. i am done with trying to stand out and be 'unique'. nobody is original. inspiration comes from something else- hence not being original. life is not about being bigger and better. bigger homes are a waste of space. space that doesn't even belong to us. i can't wait to move. i'm going to find a peaceful serene location. where mom and pop shops still thrive. i'm going to kick my starbucks drinking habit out the door. i am on the brink of tears thinking about how horrible i've been. god, please forgive me for being so selfish and such wasteful piece of shit.
self realization 101.
signing out (on my waste of plastic $400 diane von furstenburg edition sidekick three. i'm ashamed, what a ridiculous message i've been sending.) i'm sorry if i'm being too hippie for some of you. i'm just soo beyond my realm right now. its actually somewhat uncomfortable.