it really is.
my family is coming to visit tomorrow for the fourth. i'm in the midst of an INSANE apartment rearrangement. About a month ago I moved my bed into my living room and made my bedroom into my living room. Now I have company coming (5 people!!!! omg) and of course a bed in the living room isn't gonna fly. Shit, I've been moving stuff for two days now after I get off work and I'm almost done, but gahhd.
It's time for my lunch break. I think I'll take it at value village. I want some more new dresses. I want to start wearing more dresses. mmmhmm.
goodbye forever.
from january. I was going through an old sketchbook last night and saw this. it was from a picture i took of kristi and her husband on new year's eve. he's in the drawing too, but looks a little off, so i'm leaving that part out. :) i found another page in there written in may that was so sad. it was really kind of scary reading what i had written...
<more on all this later. i need to figure out a way to word what i really want to say.>
yeesh!
i predict that this weekend is going to be so fuckin rad.
possibly the best weekend on record.
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i want you to know that you are loved.
i want you to feel that in the pit of you.
i wish you could love you like i do.
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I am a goddess.
I am feeling fluid and in touch with my body.
I am a wild fuckin mare.
I am actually proud of my body and mind.
wow. how fabulous it is to write those words and mean them.
gahhH!
dancing tonight and i can't wait to get off work and walk my dog and get dressed and go flail around on a dancefloor covered in cheap drinks.
In addition to having an awesome day yesterday, not to mention starting a band called "spaghetti feed", I had a wonderful night working on new painting into the AM hours.
It felt so good to be making art again and I think I just had to live the things I've lived for awhile and now I can go back to creating. A breath of fresh air. To be perfectly honest, I haven't done anything new for about a year. That's so embarassing to admit, but it happens to be the truth.
dead skin falling off like leaves bringing the new.
I am so in love with my sundays. Currently, they are my only day off and so I'm really trying to honor them and do good things and surround myself with good people. I'm making it a habit to walk down to the market every sunday and see how many delicious things I can buy for 20 dollars. Yesterday I bought salsa, bread and five pink ladies. I got my palm read and I saw my old friend from evergreen playing sax in his band, seven on seven.
After the market dory and I walked down to the water and the weather was perfect and I had an apple and threw the core into the ocean.
We walked back into town just in time to catch the pride parade. Oh my god, it was so fabulous and it made me so happy to live in olympia.
After the parade we walked up to the park to check out the booths and search for free condoms. As luck would have it, we found a booth that was not only giving out condoms, but they also had candy! Ahh! Two things that I love.
P.S. I've been scoping out this spot to take pictures at for such a long time. I just love the flowers and the white and the whole deal. Nice nice nice.
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