Reconnecting with old friends has been such a blessing lately. They make my insanity a little more bearable. This weekend should be a good one. I haven’t seen him in six years and the drive might be a long one, but it will be completely worth it. Pictures of this trip will definitely be to come.
Everything I write sounds like angst ridden teenage poetry. I infuriate myself. So I’ll paint instead. Canvas doesn’t talk back to me.
It’s late and I should be sleeping. But rarely am I sleeping when I should be. Too many silly things running endlessly through my skull. So I’ll turn on some tunes, pick up a book, and lull myself to sleep with the sound of the trains in the distance. And the rain will sing to me too. Those are company enough for my thoughts. When all else fails, paint with cover me and my canvas until...
There isn't much I would change about myself.
But I want to be as pale as Kat Von D.
A&M's adventures in the city part one.
Random Passerby “So what’s going on here? Why are you all waiting in line?” Person in front of us. “We are waiting to see Santa Claus” Me “You just made my day.” “Well I was tired of trying to explain to a bunch of hippies who the Kat Von D is” Annoyed look on my face. “Are we speaking telepathically right now?” Angela....
You are my endless source of fascination.
I can’t figure you out. And it’s driving me mad.
Change is never easy. Even when it’s for the better. Even when it’s right. It takes more faith then not. But when it’s all said and done, and we can hope for is growth.