Like a dork.
Wow, so the last time I updated I was vanity searching. I guess this is one way to ensure I'm still alive. Make sure I still exist as something other than my alter ego-- which is far less fun. Razorfish keeps calling me, or emailing, then... I return the call, chat about what I do and then I don't hear from them. I'm pretty sure the last couple of times before this call was the same person. But maybe the turnover's high and they keep hiring someone with the same name. Hard to say. I'm amused, though.
So anyway, tonight's vanity search showed me that at one point, I was a fairly respected photographer. I'm not sure what happened there. Well, other than "Dad died, lack the want to do much now." I don't know, honestly? I put my camera down before after college when I just... couldn't see through it anymore. I'm pretty sure I'll pick it up again with more pieces of life I want to put together.
Tonight I was vanity searching. I got an email from an ex a few weeks ago and I replied once, got more in return and... didn't know what to say and didn't answer again. Not that the email was of anything important. Really it was just chatting and... I don't find myself very good at idle prattle lately. I end up terse and cranky and anxious to get back into my own headspace again. Anyway, I decided to stop being such an asshole and replied.
But that's not the point. The point is... there's a Donna Clancy flower. Apparently, while I may not be unique, I am a special flower. So there you go, Tyler. Suck on that.
So anyway, tonight's vanity search showed me that at one point, I was a fairly respected photographer. I'm not sure what happened there. Well, other than "Dad died, lack the want to do much now." I don't know, honestly? I put my camera down before after college when I just... couldn't see through it anymore. I'm pretty sure I'll pick it up again with more pieces of life I want to put together.
Tonight I was vanity searching. I got an email from an ex a few weeks ago and I replied once, got more in return and... didn't know what to say and didn't answer again. Not that the email was of anything important. Really it was just chatting and... I don't find myself very good at idle prattle lately. I end up terse and cranky and anxious to get back into my own headspace again. Anyway, I decided to stop being such an asshole and replied.
But that's not the point. The point is... there's a Donna Clancy flower. Apparently, while I may not be unique, I am a special flower. So there you go, Tyler. Suck on that.