Day 3

I thought about doing an entire post on how I am breaking up with my body. On how we fight until we're exhausted and disagree over our prescriptions, or what we should do with that burrito we just consumed. As I was rambling on about my insides shaking I realized I was going about this the wrong way, because I can't actually divorce my body. But I can poison it.
And that is how I ended up spending my morning driving around ritzy neighborhoods with a coke icee and a cigarette.


Happy Friday!

Faking It

So I've always wanted to have this physical journal that I document my life in. But not just the normal boring, bad penmanship kind. I want the spiffy, doodle filled, random notes kind. I've tried this many a times, but my lack of complete art skills takes some of the fun out of it. I mean, I am a creature of perceived perfection (in my head), my journal should match.


Given my lack of a job, I now have the time to do all of this and more. Didn't you notice I already added my first read book of 2012 to the list? ON THE FOURTH. Time is nice. Anyways, my dear mother gave me a new journal for Christmas and I'm going to keep doodling, stickering, listing, and writing--despite the ugliness that occurs. Maybe I'll get better? Heh.

This is my idea of spiffy journaling.



But this is what came out for yesterday. I'll give you one guess as to what that red rain drop stands for...