accidental flares of love burst through the atmosphere

blue-vine batwing cannibal

Shit. It seems like once a year (or maybe once a week UGH) I find myself in this phase where I seem to enjoy saying too much and pissing everyone off. I'm pretty much the worst. I actually REALLY enjoy saying too much. I enjoy being the only one in the room that has the balls to say what other people are just thinking. Usually I don't overdo it and people respect it, until I get ahead of myself and end up saying something stupid or saying too much in the wrong space. Then I'm just a feeling-hurter. And that, my friends, is exactly what I've become this week. So I'm sorry, to you, because you matter so very very very much to me.

(zabriskie point - found here)

I went to Santa Barbara for the first time on Sunday with Lily and Cindy. While we were there we met up with Lily's friend Mia, shopped, wandered around the Mission, and relaxed on the pier. State street is covered with color from people breaking confetti-filled eggs over each others' heads (I fully support this tradition). I spent way too much money but it was a great day with 2 of my favorite people in the world.

Each day while I'm at work, so many great ideas pop into my head and I think, "I'll blog about that when I get home tonight!" And I feel so excited and happy! So motivated! So confident in my subject matter and imagery! And then I get home, open my laptop, look at my open drafts and feel disgusted with them all. It feels forced at night. I'd so much rather be able to post during the day when I get the urge. Sometimes, when I can remember, I put one up on my lunch break and those always seem to be the posts that get the most traffic. THERE'S JUST SO MUCH TO DO, YOU GUYS.


Today is David Duchovny's birthday? Yes, yes it is. I don't see him here in my bed, so he must not have had that great of a day. That's all I'm gonna say.

To anyone in LA that I may have missed with the Facebook invite: I'm having a week-early birthday party on the 25th. Ask me for details :)

Strange social expectancies and Lonesome Dreams

68 and change