The Muthafucking sun!
The Muthafucking sun!
Everything I want to say keeps coming off so cold and blah when I type it. The fact that I’ve been holding it all in is driving me crazy. Stupid words why can’t you be my friend?
I was just thinking of the expression “money burning a hole in your pocket”. You’ve got it available to spend. You don’t need anything, you don’t have anything particular you’ve been eager to buy…but you’ve got the money, so you want to spend it!
I realized I was feeling a…
I love when I can read other peoples words and they say the same things want to say. At the moment I still have plenty of people to pour my love into but none of them are in a romanic sense. It is kinda driving me crazy. I had no idea it would have such an affect of me.
There is so much I want to say, but not sure how to put any of it together.
“I’m sketching out my next film.”
“What’s it about?”
“It’s sort of a romantic Jurassic Park. Except the dinosaurs have jetpacks.”
This looks exactly how my storyboards look. I always think the pictures would make perfect sense on screen.
About to be on a first “date” my server is hot…like she is really hot…well shit
Even when everything sucks I have to say our family is strong and full of love. I realize a little more everyday that they need me just as much as I need them, and that is a pretty good feeling.
I’ve always relied on food and masochism when I’m down….at the moment I can do neither. The food was comfort and pain has always been a release. Time to prove to myself I can do this….it is really fucking hard.