Wow, what a weekend

Wow, what a weekend! I spent it getting tattoos and drinking margaritas.

True story. Life plan not worked on at all. But had a good 'ole time with the tattoos and margaritas though. Awesome stuff.

I think underneath what I can say in this journal are things that I cannot say. Or things I choose not to say. And to an extent I feel like maybe I've over shared but then, as I said sometime before, that's what artists do, we feel the need to express ourselves so we do it with whatever medium. However, underneath the written words are quiet frustrations, everything I say I am going to do, or that I've thought of doing, I have taken steps towards doing and was hit with one obstacle or the other, some that I have spoken of, whined about and some that I have not. And then, there are things that I am working on that I would much rather not speak about to anyone, not even my journal as I'd prefer to work on them privately, as I toy with the fine details.

So once again, I say, if you bump into this and feel like you can judge my life based on what I've written and not on the quiet frustrations I face, then maybe I asked for it but it is so not your place. Just read it and keep it moving. Not unless you have a place for me to stay in New York, plus a job in this stiff job market.

If you do then we can talk.