Weapon of Choice

I think I'm gonna start a little personal art project.

Involving taking pictures and... whatever comes to mind. I feel the need to create something and I don't think painting is what my hands want to do at the moment.

Idea:
1. Take pictures.
2. Make a book.
3. Captions will be original poetry and stuff...
4. To be continued...

...I've been trying to move around and find my place in time... like wiggling around in a bed on a hot summer night tryin to find the cool side of the pillow. Not that I sleep on a pillow. I sleep on a huge stuffed dog.

:-) It's my weapon of choice.



Ummm... I've been having problems with my attitude about life. Day to day.

Today I went to the mall with a cutie. It was ok. Lol. Not anything amazing. But whatev. The thing is... I canceled a job meeting cuz I was sick of it. But it seems like I made the wrong choice. Things in (my) life tend to happen in order to tell me sumthing. And the fact that today was... so so... tells me that I need to open my eyes and realize the possibilities that I've been offered. I feel like I've been ungrateful for getting what I've prayed for. Hmmm. SORRY.

It just wasn't what I expected.

HEADLINE: A cutie who I was talking to called blogging "bullshit". Needless to say I corrected the muthafuckin Jersey City asshole. -_- Guess whos not getting any from me...

Anyway... I'm once again on a mission to make something new.

It's alot goin on in my brain. I feel like the world needs to catch up....