I sell produce now. It's my day job. My night job is a little different than my day job. They told me to keep my day job. So I sell produce now.
My friend owns a produce stand at a farmer's market. It's a quaint little stand. He gets crushed on by sweet, and mean, old ladies. They know his name, and some even give him nicknames like lover boy.
So, I've been thinking about a tattoo. I am skeptical about getting one, but I've decided I have to get one that actually has some sort of meaning . It has to be a reminder that will stay true throughout my life. I'm think about a Chi-rho on the front of my shoulder, near the collar bone.
I went to an art show today. My ex-girlfriends teacher had some work on display, along with two other artists. I think all of them were art teachers. Her teachers were paintings of portraits, but abstracted in some way. One had red lines running through it, the other had chunks of the face missing. I didn't get it, until it was explained.
Progression
Nomadic traits of memories and thoughts,housing situations and morals.
I had a girlfriend for two years. She ended the relationship with me. I still don't know why, nothing really went wrong. We got along quite well. She wanted something "else", not a boy, but I guess a lack of obligation. To find her future, or job, or calling on her own.
It's been a month or so.
I've had a guitar since I was ten. The first two years I had it I barely touched it. Actually, it probably took up till me being a sophomore until I picked it with the intent of learning more. I still find myself not that accomplished of a player. I suppose I see that I am much better pursuing the drums, if I ever wanted to embellish on the band thing, but I still feel obligated to shred.
Worked outside almost all day. I can tell, I feel my skin has gotten a little burnt. I enjoyed my work outside today. I can do it again tomorrow, and probably will.
I got my haircut. It's nice. haircuts do that.
Girls make no and all sense.
The weather outside is nice. I want to get a tent and go trespass in somebody's woods and spend a night there. I'd set a fire, read a book, make wieners. It'd be great.
When I used to work I would've been in bed by now. 9:30 pm...and some days, when I could do it, earlier.
