And I must be a real artist now because I have work in a gallery. It's not much, but for those of you in the Livonia area: head over to Woodruff Art Works on Commercial Street (next to Shelby's, across from the bank) and ask her to see my work. She has about 50 pieces of my jewelry and a mixed media canvas piece. It's something, right? All for sale ( Read more... )

I continue to hover on the brink of inspiration.

She's gone now and I know that this time friendship really isn't even a conceivable option.

I am so tired all the time.

Maybe I would be able to create.

If I wasn't so tired...

Floating floating floating.

Screaming and
sitting and
dancing and
sleeping.

Dreams dreams dreamsss

I'll just sing and scream.

On second thought,
let's all play the quiet game.

There is love ( Read more... )

I think I might be failing nutrition already. It's basically all online. There's my problem. I just can't do the whole working-soley-on-computers thing. Which I suppose is a problem in this day and age ( Read more... )

I really don't know why this is so amusing.

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We did a myspacer. It's actually quite amusing.

How old is your most recent ex?:
Becca: nineteen
Katie: sixteen i think

How many keys are on your keychain?:
B: four
K: what keychain

Would you rather have a pet penguin or a monkey?:
B: penguin duh
K: baby penguin

How does your hair look right now?:
B: its in a bandana to cover up its grossness
K: pretty gross ( Read more... )

So many anonymous books to search through. I will never find the motivation to read these books I've never even heard of. Look up familiar names. DH Lawrence. JD Salinger. Steinbeck. Hmmmm of course there's no more Westerfeld. I would know if he had written something new. Damn me for sprinting through all of his books so quickly. Kerouac. Kerouac ( Read more... )

I want a tattoo ( Read more... )

Poetry poetry ( Read more... )