More demanding of myself/
I shall start my book this weekend.
100th post woot woot
Wednesday, May 19, 2010
Tuesday, May 18, 2010
Monday, May 17, 2010
Sims 3
Today my boss was late.
I was thinking....what if a handful of people have the same God? There is no right way to worship him/her, because they don't hear us....Like in Sims 3. I was reading blogs and stories and shit.
I am nice to my sims. Always. I let them live out their lives, give them good traits....Other people experiment on their sims. They burn them, make them homeless, torture them....Makes me worry about the owner's sadistic nature.
Anyway...What if our lives are just like that?
I'm not the first with that thought....But meh....I've always wondered why I'm so fortunate. Yes, my social skills suck, but otherwise...I got an amazing family, and my current employment is very nice, and i get to do what i love....and when i need to get laid, i don't have a problem finding people...friendships are harder...but I'm learning. What if it's just cuz my creator was being nice, and not running an experiment?
oh, and friendly blog readers, please don't hit on me. I try to make art, please respect my personal space and view it as such.
on a separate note. Working here....Damn, I'm glad I love my body. I need exercise for posture and health, but no liposuction, breast augmentation, or any other cosmetic shit. I love my jew nose too.
I was thinking....what if a handful of people have the same God? There is no right way to worship him/her, because they don't hear us....Like in Sims 3. I was reading blogs and stories and shit.
I am nice to my sims. Always. I let them live out their lives, give them good traits....Other people experiment on their sims. They burn them, make them homeless, torture them....Makes me worry about the owner's sadistic nature.
Anyway...What if our lives are just like that?
I'm not the first with that thought....But meh....I've always wondered why I'm so fortunate. Yes, my social skills suck, but otherwise...I got an amazing family, and my current employment is very nice, and i get to do what i love....and when i need to get laid, i don't have a problem finding people...friendships are harder...but I'm learning. What if it's just cuz my creator was being nice, and not running an experiment?
oh, and friendly blog readers, please don't hit on me. I try to make art, please respect my personal space and view it as such.
on a separate note. Working here....Damn, I'm glad I love my body. I need exercise for posture and health, but no liposuction, breast augmentation, or any other cosmetic shit. I love my jew nose too.
Sunday, May 16, 2010
Saturday, May 15, 2010
Friday, May 14, 2010
I am feeling a little better.
Working 2 jobs this summer. Both in design. My major...Not confident at all....But hey, my grades are good, I got pretty nice jobs, one pays, one is at an amazing place. I gotta admit, I'm sorta happy. I have a romantic interest......damn, this summer will be fucking mind blowing.
I am working on putting together a coherent collection of erotic self portraits. Hopefully to be put into a book form, and published on blurb. It will be an amazing exercise both as designer and a photographer...My writing will find a way there too.... My poems haven't been featured here much....But I did write....I cna pick it up again. I want this book to be full of content that is interesting both, visually and mentally.
Here is a poem sample
It rained and my hair smells of smoke.
I feel the air, dense and humid...
knit sweater, jeans, black high heeled boots
against my skin, restricting movement.
Gaze down, hair covers face
blue plastic lighter, hold in fingers
a lungful breath, yet on my tongue
Your cigarette's aroma lingers...
A snapshot photo, grainy film
I am a part of your collection.
It hurts to think, but I just know
Soon I'll become one of your X's.
and an old photo just to keep things going
Working 2 jobs this summer. Both in design. My major...Not confident at all....But hey, my grades are good, I got pretty nice jobs, one pays, one is at an amazing place. I gotta admit, I'm sorta happy. I have a romantic interest......damn, this summer will be fucking mind blowing.
I am working on putting together a coherent collection of erotic self portraits. Hopefully to be put into a book form, and published on blurb. It will be an amazing exercise both as designer and a photographer...My writing will find a way there too.... My poems haven't been featured here much....But I did write....I cna pick it up again. I want this book to be full of content that is interesting both, visually and mentally.
Here is a poem sample
It rained and my hair smells of smoke.
I feel the air, dense and humid...
knit sweater, jeans, black high heeled boots
against my skin, restricting movement.
Gaze down, hair covers face
blue plastic lighter, hold in fingers
a lungful breath, yet on my tongue
Your cigarette's aroma lingers...
A snapshot photo, grainy film
I am a part of your collection.
It hurts to think, but I just know
Soon I'll become one of your X's.
and an old photo just to keep things going
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