Things are going well currently, much better than have in a long time, cept at work.

Finally loaded most of the rest of my Summer photos, not much else right now due to the fact I haven't been taking many pictures of much of nothing, ain't nothing new to take photos of, nothing inspirational.

Ok, So I have been working my FUCKIN ass off, from 8am -8:30pm sopmetimes longer, with lil to no lunch breaks most days, but I am gettin bank in overtime and Finally got my car!!!
It's a Toyota with low miles so it'll last me forever!
SOOO happy about that.

Life otherwise, still pretty sucky.

Waiting for something, the inevitable. It makes me sad, listless, knowing things ahead of time.
Try to enjoy life, but hard to ignore those images, warning, lurking.
In the end I know that things will get better, but waiting it out and knowing I have to trudge through the shit again before I get there, and hoping, too I make the right decisions, is disheartening.

I am seriously thinking about getting a seperate DA acct for my, more carnal and risque' artistic flavours.
Some Family Members are on here, and though I love you, I do not feel it appropriate to parade nor show this side of myself to all of you, lest this information trickle down through the line and offend, shock, disgust any of you. I am a very versatile creature, and though I do not deny myself my pleasures, I find that there's a place for them, and it simply is not here with the pretty pictures of birds and what not else. I am a photographer of those things I cannot show here, as well as a lover of many things I wish not to divulge here. Some things shall be moved accordingly.

"If good poetry is to be written, enormous amounts of bad poetry must be written too, if only because it is important for a serious poet to know what it is she/he is trying not to do." Germaine Greer

~Ok, so I hasten to accomplish getting all the old stuff up (poems), either featured or scrapped. Some I look back through and cringe,-wait, I think Grant said something similar not too long ago as to his old work as well, but then we understand the basics- even knowing that was junior high and high school, when I rhymed more, when my subject matter was more grim and by some of it you'd grow an image in your mind of a mid-late 90's goth girl which isn't right at all. My eclectic brain said more than my clothing then as it does now. Also getting to the early 20's stuff, doing a little editing here and there, though not sure how much that will help the bad ones. I will attempt this as quickly as possible and leave appropriate comments on my, perhaps, mental state or ideal at that time and my current expression towards them.