Bitter

Fuck you.
Yes you.
If my honesty hurt you it was only because I cared THAT MUCH.
If my words stung, it was because they were supposed to.
I hope you find someone who can accept you for who you are.
I hope you can find someone who doesn't try to push you to achieve your full potential.
I hope you find someone who is as pessimistic as you are.

cuz it ain't me babe...
It ain't me your lookin' for.

Time. Time is not on my side

And so, I say..

They say that timing is everything.

If that is the case, I have nothing

PRICK

MERCUTIO :You are a lover; borrow Cupid's wings, And soar with them above a common bound. ROMEO :I am too sore enpierced with his shaft To soar with his light feathers, and so bound, I cannot bound a pitch above dull woe: Under love's heavy burden do I sink. MERCUTIO :And, to sink in it, should you burden love; Too great oppression for a tender thing. ROMEO :Is love a tender thing? it is too rough, Too rude, too boisterous, and it pricks like thorn. MERCUTIO :If love be rough with you, be rough with love; Prick love for pricking, and you beat love down.

A-Fine A-Fair

Photos from today's visit to the San Diego County Fair.


The Bella Mia






















Stupid (Brave) Idiots






















Tea Cups






















Hellova Machine






















Colorful/Enthusiastic foot massager






















The Tippy Top



Confessions of a workaholic

So I have had 1 day off over the past 15 days.
 I figure I've been working an average of 65-70 hours per week...
 I haven't been running,
 I haven't been dating,
 I haven't been frequenting the streets of Newport ave. at 2:00AM
and I haven't had a single moment for myself, really.

Does it sound like I'm complaining? Because, believe me, I'm not! I actually love working. I love pushing myself and testing my stamina. I love being proud of myself after a long day and taking pride in the money I earn. It's when I'm not working that I get concerned...

Not working=Bordom
Bordom=Tequila
Tequila=Trouble

Simple as that.

This week though, I've penciled in some much needed "me" time. After tomorrow, I have 3 days off in a row (including my first Friday off in over a year) and I'm going to spend it with my daughter...preferably at a beach.

I'm going to make time for my friends and go running every morning.

My running shoes are calling my name.
And this week, I'm answering.

HOME

I filmed this yesterday while carousing the Ocean Beach farmer's market.

My home town can be a magical place., at times.

Le Muse

“I don’t care what people think…I learned a long time ago…I was 19 and had a very traumatic experience….and I learned that I have to go to bed with myself at night and that I have to please myself…and as long as I don’t go out of my way to offend anybody that I love, upset my mother or my husband…I’ll do my own thing. And if the public doesn’t like it, it’s their problem, not mine.”

~Iris Apfel

One of these days

One of these days
I'll be organized,
and composed,
and confidant,
and secure,
and simple,
and quiet,
and peaceful,
and rested,
and relaxed, 
and free.

One of these days,
I'll be happy.

Today...was not that day.