Hot Dang!

Here it is, Friday night, and what do I do soon as I'm off work? Why, I hit the art store of course. What kind of crazy kid am I?

I'm happy that I've finally started making art that I'm not only satisfied with, but enjoy the process of creating as well.

I hate cubicles, and the hum of computers and phones ringing, buzzing, banging on my head all day. However I'm mildly comfortable due to the fact I won't be there by January. And by the fact I weird out some of the other co-workers just by having blue hair.

I want to make art and spend more time with Travis. I have never had such an overwhelmingly supportive boyfriend, much less one that I can make art with. I am content, and humbled by him suddenly and vigorously livening up my life. I have no idea where we will be, much less what we will do, when he goes to Hawaii.

I miss my cat. She went missing four years ago. She was a gorgeous calico, who would secretly bring mice into the house by meowing around them while they were stuffed in her mouth. Almost every time, she'd leave it as a gift in my dads shoe.

I don't know where I want to live, but I don't want to live here. My identity feels sluggish and tired in Seattle, for anytime I leave the city I feel like I exist.

Go WGA.