Follow thy desire, and thy good.

Lately, I've been feeling completely overwhelmed and uncomfortably out of control. I struggle on a daily basis with fear. Fear of where this hedonistic lifestyle that I seem to be living is going to take me. As with anything, I can always find arguments on either side of the equation. 

On one hand, maybe I deserve to throw my cares to the wind. Maybe it's time for me to be selfish. Maybe this is a common life and a common struggle and a common concern at this age. I don't think that I discount others in any kind of way, but I definitely feel like I've been putting myself first for a while now, and it feels completely unnatural to me. What am I doing?

On the other hand, maybe I need to get back to my roots. Start evaluating the truly important things and re-learn to look outside of myself. Focus on putting my life back together in a real kind of way. Start building towards something. Anything. What am I doing?

It has undoubtedly been something that has weighed heavily on my heart and mind lately. Oh, and speaking of things that have been weighing on my head and heart, this is Elvis (see what I did there?).

He's a total stud muffin, ain't he? Just a lil' secret between you and me, I'm kinda wrapped up in this kid. I'm desperately trying not to be, but I can't seem to help myself! My vision is all blurry with stupid rainbows and sunshine and free candy and unicorns and shit. I literally have to stop myself from skipping everywhere. Intellectually, I know that feeling this entangled is ridiculous, but that sappy, gushy, ooey-gooey girl inside of me can't help herself! I keep reminding her that all good things in life come to an end. And that this is probably just silly, puppy love. But, I just don't know. Those big, brown eyes. The kisses. The words. The touch. 

I just melt.

Money vs. Dreams

Here is an intriguing collection of words upon which to reflect.

Synchronized Arrival

Ready for a quicky update? Okay. Here goes.

Once upon an October evening, this happened:

Two of my co-workers play in Secret Shakes and they are rad-sauce. You should check them out. This show was the shiz.

Afterwards, some of the crazies that I was with decided that a nearby tree was over-due for a good climbin'.

This picture was taken literally a minute before Ryan snapped off that poor tree limb. Luckily he didn't bust his ass, but it was a close call. 

Last weekend, I went to Savannah to visit these stunning beauties:

Jazz, Kelli, and Sarah. My loves. Aren't they foxes? Sadly our time together was a bit over-shadowed by boy troubles (and boys are always trouble, aren't they?). Long story short: Jazz and Kelli were dating some giant cuntwads who couldn't keep it in their pants. Can you please explain to me how we live in a world where a dude, any dude, would cheat on either of those stunners? These women are 12s out of 10, ya know? I really don't get it. 

So, seeing my besties hurting was a gut-punch--especially when I'm so helpless to stop the male population from whipping their dicks out at every passable specimen that walks by--but I was happy to bask in their company, and tried my damnedest to remind them just how exquisite they all truly are.

My ritualistic visit to Zunzi's for a Fisherman's Deck and plenty of take-home sauce, some much-needed retail therapy, and a lazy day at the park with some thought-provoking questions, and I was headed back home. It was a whirl-wind of a trip.

And that brings us up to current times, I suppose. I've had a lot of creative energy lately, and I'm excited for you to see what I've been working on. There is just something about graphic design and typography and hand-written type that has really taken a hold of me lately and I'm not entirely sure why. It didn't help that my friend, Sara, asked me to create some chalkboards for her sister's wedding this weekend:

Sara loved being Matron of Awesome. And I loved working on these boards. 

Oh, did I mention that Elvis and I are officially "dating" now? Yeah, we'll leave that juicy post for next week. Same bat time, same bat place. 

Your Saturday Dose of Art: Kyle Thompson

I've been majorly slacking on my Saturday dose of art posts. Straight. Up. RUDE.

So, let's jump back into some beauty, shall we? Let me gush over Kyle Thompson for a minute. Or hours. Or days. Months? Okay. I could talk about him endlessly.

I can't stop! This Chicago-based photographer has captured my heart and there's not going back. His most notable works are these self-portraits, and they make my heart fill up so wholly with happiness that I could puke.

Yes, Pon. Exactly. You have accurately described my love for KT's imagery. He has a near perfect mix of concept and technical ability, dark and light, raw emotion and thought. Sometimes I wish I could come up with a word stronger than beautiful. I need to create one. Even though it's not mine, all I've got right now is scrumtrulescent. 

Yeah. That feels right.