If I Were A Painter. . .

No real significance to the title. Just happens to be what I'm listening to at the moment. Norah Jones has the key to my soul, I swear. Anyway. I've been thinking a lot about my life lately. I mean. I know what I want to do. EVERYBODY knows what I want to do. lol. But going about doing it is what is getting to me. I guess I just have to be focus-minded. .....which is a chore. Oh well. I'm making new stuff. I started tonight. I hate LA right now. Stupid recession with all these limitations and what not. I'm sitting here typing, listening to itunes, and watching a mute tv.....with all the lights on. Screw all these limitations. I'm rambling. That must mean I'm sleepy. I'll go to sleep after Sex and The City comes on. Yeah, I'll do that.

"Auntie Ravie".

Life is so crazy. Within one week two of my closest friends have brought new lives into this world. They are adorable. And to see them as mothers is amazing. Woww.

Lyric Marie "Pumpkin"
Riley Noelle



beautiful.

Sitting Around. . .

Thats exactly what I've been doing all day. I forgot about all of the things I had to do today, it really was tragic. Well, not really. I actually had a wonderful day. I couldn't find my phone for the whole day so I just lounged and ate. Yay. Now I'm sitting in the dining room with the neighborhood kids and my family. . . why we're sitting around at 3 am. . . the world may never know. But we're discussing what I should get as my next tattoo. I think we decided on a skeleton key....but who knows. Jet Rag in the morning. Lovely.