I guess there is where my path intends to go. As soon as I get bored with my ambition life comes along and reminds me this is not about free will. I have to move here.

Thinking about adding a documentary to the new book. Wait’ll they get a load of me.



I keep my hands in my pocket 
because its easier than slapping you in the face
with this brand new me

Thnks Fr Th Mmrs 3:23 Fall Out Boy Infinity On High 7/29/2007 10:53 PM

I went to a bachlorette party Saturday, it was interesting. Triple X was there. I had forgotten how rambunctous women could be in the presence of a naked man. I have pictures, innocent ones of course. It was good to see the old work people despite how I feel about them they are fun as hell to be around. Especially with grey goose in the mix.

I don’t know.

Life’s good.

Rock Hard

The past couple of weeks have been stressful. It seems hard for some of my friends and all of my family to understand just how much time it takes to get this business going. I don’t do anything small so when I go in I want to have all my ducks in a row. One of my business loans was denied so plan b is kicking in gear. If those two fall through then its back to corporate america. And believe me when I say the two of us do not get along very well. 

Everyone wants the same amount of time I gave them when I worked 7-3. With this business I’m working around the clock, just the research and design alone is killing me. I’m picky as hell and I want it right. I make no apologies for that. When a client comes to me and entrusts me to bring their creative works to life, I don’t want them to accept any apologies either. 

I guess what it boils down to is guilt. I feel guilty for not being able to give more of myself. I feel guilty for them thinking that this business or my career means more to me than them. Is it that? I don’t think so. 

I’ve given myself one more month, if I can’t come up with the financing by then, I will just have to go back to work. I can still do publishing on the side like I had been. I won’t think of it as failing, just postponing.


Can I please have one more person trying to pull me in yet another direction…mmm torture is great on the soul.

Stop hating on the clit

So, who knew Mr. Kellog made his insanely boring cereal to supress sexual appetites mainly of women. Wow.

Seriously, wow.

I knew I stopped eating baked flakes for a reason. Where are my lucky charms?