I have to say...

... sometimes facebook/ myspace can be a rather depressing place for me. I get to see all my friends having parties, going to parties, or just hanging out, which would not be so damned depressing if I ever could go myself. I usually cannot attend because of my back-assward work schedule. I work all night at the tattoo shop, and two mornings a week I have to drag myself out of bed at 5:30 am. This means, the nights I don't have to work the next morning, I have worked 16 hrs that day. You see what I mean. I kind of feel left out, everybody else looks like they have way more fun than I do (that may not be true at all--but still).

Everybody at the tattoo shop is 30 and up, all of us have partners that work the nine to five, so we don't hang out outside of work for one reason or another... blah, now it looks like I am just whining. I don't expect to get invited to much anymore because I have to decline so often. It just sucks sometimes to feel like all you do is work, and you're just getting older. And working.

I would like to do guest spots and conventions but the shop can't spare me, also, I have a husband and dogs and house to think about, and so, I work. And feel a little stagnated. Maybe turning 30 is bothering me more than I would like to admit.

My New Love Affair

with Carl Sagen, and the cosmos. Every time I have ever heard the last line about humans being made of the same stuff as stars and the possibility that we are the cosmos' way to know itself, my mind gets blown. And then I want a bad-ass telescope.

Lack of posting...

Well, my house was robbed, and laptop got stolen, along with 90% of my photos. Hence, most of my posts.

but in the meantime, there is this:



I did this up from a photo of Shelby that works at Otherlands with me. I am very glad I e-mailed this to myself... would have been a shame to have lost it.