When I forget, this is where it goes...
It's been a long long month. The job couldn't be better and I couldn't be busier or more exhasted. Trying to make the most of weekends will be an am azing goal soon enough. Planning to trek it up to San Fransisco will be a treat. Happening after I get the finances in order. Lots of bills to pay and I'd like to start paying my mother back too. But don't think that will stop me all too much. Little can stop me now. If the bank restricting my account didn't stop me from going to Vegas, nothing will.
These days its all freeways and fabric dying. On the phone with the dye house more than anyone else. I know my reps number by heart which I find kinda weird I guess, but its business.
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Saturday
So tonight is another consumeet in Los Angeles, this time at the Mountain Bar. I got absolutely no sleep last night, and saw the sunrise on the way home from Brentwood while driving the 10. It was lovely. All the mountains and buildings looked so innocent in such pure light. It was quiet all around And I wish there had been a way I could have captured it so I could show you.
One day I'd like to drive along highways stopping to paint the landscapes I pass. There was such beauty that bears only silence and color.
When I drove home from Vegas, I tried to capture the clouds and the sunset. Though my camera may not have caught the shapes of the clouds which blew me away. It reminds me of the lyricc "the sky's were painted colors of a cowboys cliche" I think of it everytime I drive through beauty and only wish I had a good way of sharing it. I'd really like that.
This place is too wonderous to be taken foregranted the way we do. Someday I will share all these things with you.
These days its all freeways and fabric dying. On the phone with the dye house more than anyone else. I know my reps number by heart which I find kinda weird I guess, but its business.
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Saturday
So tonight is another consumeet in Los Angeles, this time at the Mountain Bar. I got absolutely no sleep last night, and saw the sunrise on the way home from Brentwood while driving the 10. It was lovely. All the mountains and buildings looked so innocent in such pure light. It was quiet all around And I wish there had been a way I could have captured it so I could show you.
One day I'd like to drive along highways stopping to paint the landscapes I pass. There was such beauty that bears only silence and color.
When I drove home from Vegas, I tried to capture the clouds and the sunset. Though my camera may not have caught the shapes of the clouds which blew me away. It reminds me of the lyricc "the sky's were painted colors of a cowboys cliche" I think of it everytime I drive through beauty and only wish I had a good way of sharing it. I'd really like that.
This place is too wonderous to be taken foregranted the way we do. Someday I will share all these things with you.