Because my parents are divorced my mom isn't handling anything surround my dad's death. Everything lands squarely on the shoulders of me and my brothers. More than anything else, I think we're all worried that this is going to ruin our relationships. The bottom line is: I'll gladly take nothing if that's what it takes to make sure my brothers and I ( Read more... )

I need to get some shit out of my brain.
( Feel free to zone out, if you'd like. )

I can say it as many times as I want, it still doesn't make me feel any better.
My dad died today.

I had a dream last night that a person I don't like died in a freak accident. I won't read too much into it because in the same dream I also tried to save the life of a miniature mermaid. It was akin to trying to pick up a goldfish... In case you were wondering ( Read more... )

Between art exhibitions, college graduation and boys... I had a dream my Mom folded my laundry last night because I don't have time to do the simplest shit right now. But on the responsible side, I finished my business with the mechanic and got my oil change taken care of. So Lola 2.0 is set for summertime adventures which begin tonight with game 2 ( Read more... )

I can break the rules or play it straight, Coach.
I'll be whomever you like.
I'm just happy to be part of the team!
WOO!

There are many things that I enjoy. :)

The sign team summit was incredibly awesome. I arrived at the same time Amanda & Sonny from Walnut creek did, so we sat together and had a great time. Jocelyn, Brenna and their newest artist, Kathy arrived shortly into the presentation and they joined us as well. I felt pretty popular. As if that wasn't enough, I got an overwhelmingly positive ( Read more... )

Making my income in the way that I express myself sometimes makes it hard for me to actually express myself. Sure, my art skills have improved to a point where I consider myself a human printer, able to recreate anything you put in front of me. I can even draw things I hate, like vehicles. (I've never been all too good at drawing machines, too much ( Read more... )

I don't have to tell you things are bad. Everybody knows things are bad. It's a depression. Everybody's out of work or scared of losing their job. The dollar buys a nickel's worth; banks are going bust; shopkeepers keep a gun under the counter; punks are running wild in the street, and there's nobody anywhere who seems to know what to do, and there ( Read more... )