fuck dude
For the past few weeks I’ve just been kind of bummin about Tom Gabel and this whole Laura Grace Jane thing. Damnit, I’m all about Tommy being punk rock as fuck, but this can be a joke? Tom Gabel is the kind of man I would make my husband. Just kind of in awe. I’ve been blasting “New Wave” and “White Crosses/Black Crosses” like a mother fucker. I cannot and will not stop. I’m going to see them at the Congress theater tonight with Jonathan. I can’t think of anything I would rather do on this wonderful Friday.
I’ve been thinking about writing lately. I think about it all the damn time. I’m going to make an effort to start doing so…because at least right now I am still having good times in my life. Soon enough I will become more and more boring and there will be nothing to write about then. So I must write now. I must.
Things are super good lately. I’m happier with myself and my life than ever before. I’m moving to Hawaii in about 50 days. How the fuck did that happen. I made a really good idea turn into reality. Justin and I will be pro surfers in no time…probably not. I can’t wait to have a beach bod though and bathe in the sun every day of my life! I’m more single than I have been in about 6 years. I have had back to back boyfriends, but I left the last guy about 6 months ago because I was unhappy. It was hard, but I’m happy I did it. Made me realize that I shouldn’t be with someone who does not truly love me, did I truly love him? I can’t even remember anymore. He is more and more of a figment of my imagination every day. This is going to sound bad, but I think that I would have been happier if I would have left him when I caught him cheating a year into our relationship. I can’t even imagine how different my life would be if that were the case. Well, no need to reflect on it.
Millionaires birthday was yesterday. I celebrated by getting her tattooed on my arm. It looks tough as fuck. Thank you Kyle Morrison. Dude rules, consistantly. I will post a picture in a little bit here. After my tattoo I met Mr. James Beesley up at Rodan. With only 50sih days before I move, there are a lot of things I want to do and a lot of people I want to see. But not both, together.
I have a lot of work to catch up on. I started selling PDFs for a crop tank that I made on my etsy. Two of them sold. I was hoping to have them out already but I copied the pattern on 9” x 12” paper which is ridiculously hard to scan into a realistic size when the scanner/printer/fax machine/ also folds into a coffee maker and time machine. I give up trying to figre that thing out. Going to redraw the pattern on normal 8.5” x 11” paper and try it all over again. Wish I had that hour back last night when I was exhausted drawing the pattern on over sized paper.
