Hmm

We all love our family and friends, for sure. When it's all said and done, just make sure you have some stories to tell along the way.

I have a few things to toss up here but no time now. It's been about two months so I figured I'd just put one of my fav shots up for now.

I'll place a few words up here soon.....

Taking Shape

I first had the idea when I was pulled into the Flickr world. Not sure if I ever mentioned it or not. Then it came back to me after receiving the best Christmas gift ever. Again, I let it sit. Late last month I purchased some supplies needed for what’s in my head.. Then about a week or so later I pulled up to find my neighbor trying to place a very large (almost mammoth) board of plywood onto the top of her car. I inquired if she needed help and what exactly the hell she was doing. She was donating it to a local art store and no sooner did the words leave her lips did my idea take on a much lager image in my dome. “I’ll take it and save you the trip”. “Really”? She replied with a smirk of relief. So now I begin the process. The random here and there of the past months is behind. I know now this is better, I need this. If you take these words and consolidate them to one simple statement, “This is the shit I need to be doing”.

The Board

Tonight I was able to put the primer to my board. I had hoped to do more but the light faded too quickly. Maybe tomorrow I'll be able to add color to it. Then it will be time to paint my frames and select the images I will use. A little progress is better than none.

I'm cheating

I am working on something else. I guess sometimes all it takes is a great song to describe any given night.

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=a6FPsRk-HHE

I should be asleep but I can't...

I must wake around 3 AM tomorrow. I have work to do. Tomorrow I have to make sure I'm there before the grave shift is done. I must because I must deliver news to people that thier lives are are not going to be the same. I can only hope that some can return when things get back to normal. This is the part of the job I hate but it must be done.

A Sunday in Los Angeles.

My tat means Good Fortune

I really tried to go to bed early tonight, really I did. I think it was just short of 8 PM when I laid down. Slept about an hour then, just laid there on my back a little longer. I got up, made a peanut butter sandwich and watched the 4th episode of East Bound and Down for the third time.
Went out for a smoke and came across Joe walking his 14 year old dog Rojo. After a nice conversation it appears there may be a some what lucrative chance for a change on the horizon, we'll see what if anything becomes of this meeting with the neighbor across the way.

Last three fortune cookies:
You will soon be traveling to a distant land
You will have much to be thankful for in the coming year
Now is the time for peace in your life. Go along with other ideas.

Wishes

Do people of wealth or means wish like the way I do or those I know, I'm not sure. I do know that wishes within the groups and level of society I'm in are plentiful. People wish for material things be it cars, clothes, MONEY and other stuff too. Freedom, the ability to have a job that affords time for other things etc. People, myself included wish for the things they think will lead them to happiness. So why not just wish for happiness and leave it at that. If you stop and look around, maybe the things that would give us that are already there, they've just been a little neglected with the preoccupation of trying to find them.

P.S. For Shell, Tony and family, my thoughts are with you.

All She Knows

Shit, how long was I asleep she thought as she jumped from her bed. Fuck, 8 PM already she said to herself. He was on his way and she hadn't even taken a shower yet. Quickly she riffled through her closet. Where did he say we were going she thought. What the fuck does "I know a nice spot " mean anyway she said as she pulled out her black sweater. Who exactly is this guy anyway she said out loud as she soaped up under the water that was a degree or two too hot. She'd been approached plenty of times in plenty of places. Why did she still have this number? Panic starts to set in as she tosses on her clothes. Quickly she drys her hair and applies her make up ever so carefully so as to give the appearance of not wearing any. She stares in the mirror, turns from side to side. There's a knock at the door.

A thought

I really don't like lifting weights anymore, they're too heavy.

Here goes

Saturday 2-14-09

Nothing to report except that my random thoughts will start to be displayed here.

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