3 a.m.

Yesterday was rough. But the night, the night saved me. It feels so good to be truly happy.

Thought.

I like neon signs and sitting in laundry mats.

Octopi love.

Design.

I helped develop this tattoo sketch. Owl time.

Hunger.

RIde.

"Every night I used to pray that I’d find my people, and finally I did on the open road.
We had nothing to lose, nothing to gain, nothing we desired anymore, except to make our lives into a work of art.
Live fast. Die young. Be wild. And have fun.
I believe in the country America used to be.
I believe in the person I want to become.
I believe in the freedom of the open road.
And my motto is the same as ever:
"I believe in the kindness of strangers. And when I’m at war with myself I ride, I just ride."
Who are you?
Are you in touch with all of your darkest fantasies?
Have you created a life for yourself where you can experience them?
I have. I am fucking crazy.

But I am free."

Spark.

I've been lacking inspiration lately, but I can feel it. It's so close. I feel I need to delve deeper into the world and the culture outside of these constricted boundaries. I've got a passion for unknown things and it burns in my chest, telling me there is more. Ill be there soon, far from here.

Faces.

I'm thinking about making a new mixed media project out of this. The ideas that run through my mind all day overwhelm me.

Art.

I have a love of octopi when I draw. A prize example.

Barista life.

What I love to do.

Picasso and cheez-its.

Picasso, Picasso. I've been scrolling his work deciding which one id like to paint. I've narrowed it down to "Women with the Chignon." So a new project ensues. I spent my lunch alone with a handful of cheez-it's and an orange. Stories of a loner I suppose. But I don't mind it. Music and my mind keep me company most of the time. I found a new band called Yellow Ostritch . A mix of synthy keyboard and unique instrumentals, with smooth vocal harmonies. Time to head to work, making coffee and being personable.

Tattoo.

I got this tattoo to represent my four other siblings and I. I have two older brothers and a brother and sister that passed away at birth.

Me.

Introducing myself.

Stone Toss.

January 1, 2013

Last night was a lonely way to start the new year. Apart from ending the relationship with my boyfriend, I just wasn't having the greatest of days. A cigarette, glass of wine, and a close friend talking to me seemed to help dull the emotions I was feeling. I put on a movie a surfed tumblr until midnight came around. Then I dragged my exhausted mind to the comfort of my bed. Happy New year I said to myself. I had a feeling it would be better.

This morning I woke up feeling somewhat better. It was a new day. Smile. I told myself this over and over. I got ready for the day, and my best friend surprised me with a drive to a favorite spot of ours. A train track bridge. Its tall and the wood is stained and old. I'm drawn to it even more on dreary days like today. She told me to pick up a rock and say something I want to forget about the previous year, or something I hope to change in the year ahead of me. For an hour or so we took turns throwing those rocks as far as we could into the river below us. I felt hope for new beginnings. 

And as I write this, I remember why I created this blog. To express myself and focus my thoughts. 

Cheers to a new year.