Creative Tree

If there was a place, where you could go, get away from anything, anyone and just create. A place where no one knows you and you know no one. A place where you can rest among love and respect. A place that you can just eat and eat and eat drink, be merry... and just be. This place is our place.

We have the room and the love for art and we love the people who do it. I welcome anyone to come to our home and just create. Write music, write stories, paint, sculpt, learn... whatever it is just come escape them.

We don't judge.

Unhappy

There is a place that I can't go, a place that I have so much heart for. Every day I groan, moan, and dread the early morning, the speeding traffic, and that race to nothing. I race down a long long road, dodge the pill heads, the old people, and the late people who can't lose their job.

10 O'fuckin'clock, I don't have to punch in, but I must walk in, greet the sheep, and sit in my small cell. I park my ass in the stale seat, look around all the busy people, stare at myself like a zombie, and I wait.

WAIT.

first hour goes by, and nothing...
second hour I've had a whole a glass of water and maybe a cookie.
third hour I re read the magazine I've had on my station for a week.
fourth hour I eat lunch...
fifth hour a client... a client that I make 15 bux on.
sixth hour I read the magazine once more make sad puppy eyes at my boss, and bow out.


I'm in a shit load of pain.

I asked her today about asking the Goldwell rep if maybe I could work for him, she didn't give a shit, she just looked for an insensitve reason to say no, and suggested for me to work for them some more... at the front desk.

Hey paul mitchell thanks for fucking up my whole life, my parents life, and who knows how many others... I've made less money doing hair than working for universal studios. FUCK YOU PRICKS! I don't suck at hair by the way, I live in the most boring town, and I do nothing all day but stare at myself...

Yeah ive read the countless amounts of shitty articles written by the hair people. And yeah I know I'm suppose to go out there and market myself...

BUT AT THIS FUCKING POINT... WHAT THE HELL FOR?

Bread and Butter

Today at work we had a Goldwell Educator come in and teach us a new cut. It was just like the one from the new Barrymore movie, Going the distance. I was so inspired after all us girls chatted about behind the chair action, color formulas, and what we felt of the our future and the way our economy is now.

It was then i knew that I was going to starve, but at least I'd starve doing something I love.

Obviously I'm no starving artist.

After rocking out a client today, I got off work early and went home in a great mood. I'm lucky I have the best person in the world waiting for me at home. He is truly my best friend and we get each other.

We saw the one ROM-COM for the year and melted in our seats holding hands and making sweet coos. Going the Distance kinda mirrored our life. We both found that we both were really close and perfect and easy going but the distance was about to fuck us up.

All most 3 years ago I moved down south for Brendan. I was really unhappy in Orlando, even though I had a great family and friends. I guess I thought it would be easy to just pick up and go.

It really wasn't.

It was hard, still is. Sometimes it really sucks that I'm not around my parents but sometimes I realize it is better that way.

Adjusting to this area kinda sucks. I just want to shake the zombies of the treasure coast and go, HEY WAKE THE FUCK UP!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

But I can't.

The thing is, it doesnt matter because I'm going to be where I need to be. I'm working on my writing, my art, my hair, me. I guess time is on my side so I know that I will be all right.

In the end of the day I can turn and look back at my best friend and know he has my back, and I have his.

It's bread and butter

oh shit.... susie where u been

Hey Hi, wow, I've been so off in summerland that today was the day to get back into the MODE.

This year I'm getting use to the idea of Brendan going back to work, giving me time to start creating. I ache to create but I have to watch it right now. I need to simmer all the juices of creativity so that i can truly deliver and execute shit perfect.

But ...
enough...
about it...

Catch up, been up, around, in and out of town... had the wedding, settled at work, found creative ways to make extra money, wrote some new poems and short stories.

Will be working on blog, photography,comic, short story graphic novel, and spoken word and mural in my guest room. Also Vince might be moving in, and I might be changing my hours at work for my part time job.

Other than that... I guess Ive just been dealing with summer, lack of clients coming in, hot hot car rides, traffic, drama, no drama, and feelin like shit when crackin open another beer. LOL

Miss me yet?