Sitting on a bench in Palm Springs, CA.

That homeless man smelled SO bad.

#10.

Got the phone app.

Mobile blogging, here I come... until I forget about it again.

#9.

Holy shit. I totally forgot about this.

My figure drawing/painting class started a blog so as to make recording our critiques easier; upon signing in, I realize that there are TWO blogs listed under my profile... what?

So, I've read the entries from my twenty-year-old self, and have decided that I'm hilarious. Feels good to know that while I am sitting and thinking that my writing sucks, that I'm so uninspired, just talking to talk and pass the time... my words are actually pretty good. Well, to me anyways. Of course, I am the one who experienced the events I was writing about, so I may be a bit biased.

I should get the blogger app on my phone - this is a good lil' tool right here. Jot some notes, ideas, judgements of other people standing near by... I just need to remember to use it.

I bought two tiny little Molskine notebooks today to use as "idea books." Perfect size to slip in my purse or pocket and jot an idea down when it strikes me. Sometimes I really feel like I come up with some good ideas for paintings, collages, poems, projects, etc... but then I forget by the time the bowl is cashed... so I really need to make it a point to carry that shit and use it.

All skirts & dresses should have pockets. Fashion designers : get on it.

Mah boiphrend is in Californaiyay for a couple of weeks; band camp. He loves his saxophone more than he loves me - and I love that. :) I wish he'd get the fuck back here though - there are some good movies in the theater at the moment.

I should have gone to class today. Oh well.
I got up and did 10 pushups & 25 situps this morning. I'm impressed with myself... how sad.

Kby.e

#8.

#7.

#6.

This apartment is
MINE.


:)

#5.

How hard it seems to be, to come across some true inspiration. I don't draw in my free time. I should.
I'm writing... now. But everything I have to say just feels so bland. Nothing to it.

I'm so boring. :(

It's gray outside today.
I'm at work for another 5 hours. Customers irritate me. Leave me alone. I don't want to answer your stupid questions about whether or not the over-priced dishes are dishwasher safe. Who cares? Go to Thrift Town or Goodwill & buy something that doesn't require wasting more resources & materials than we have. Jerk.

I wish I had a boy. I hate saying that. It sounds so petty. But, goddamn it. It's so true. I hate this lonely feeling constantly hovering just above me, then sinking low enough to cloud my brain with unbearable depression for at least an hour every day. Why am I so unwanted? I've dated, oh, say... 10 guys in the past year... & not a single one is interested in anything but what I've got to offer from the neck down. Fuckers. :(

Well shit. That last paragraph totally fucked up my mood. This is not going in a good direction.
I don't want to be here. I don't want to be anywhere. I'm lonely everywhere I go, anyways.

This is not supposed to be an emo pity-me type of journal entry. I just need to write. I need to find a flow.

Flow.
Sticky sweet clouds. Whipped cream clouds.
Stop.

I have five $1 bills in my wallet. I am tempted to go to the cafe next door for some coffee.
I spent $140-something last night at Walmart, so as to re-furnish the kitchen/bathrooms in my apartment after my roommate leaves & takes everything. I only had $130-something in my bank account. That was the remainder of my paycheck. I don't get paid again for another 11 days. Oh damn.

I can't.