This was taken at Hamburger Mary's. Sometimes I miss sitting in front of that fucking coffee shop chain smoking with Garth, charles, boots and Marie. For some reason things were less arduous. I guess that's what getting older does. It will never be that simple again. That's why I feel so nostalgic. I felt like I had time to figure things out. I'm also feeling bummed because my roommate is gone. Really weird, because we had a pretty much undefinable relationship. We were in eachother's lives though. For a really long time...Now I have to get use to some new d-bags. Also, my bird Pickle died today. The only two girls I liked at work quit. I wouldn't say today was traumatic, just very unsettling. I seriously have no clue how this year is going to turn out. It's a really odd feeling.

Chelsea

I will be getting the CD of all the prints on Friday. I will go through them and see if there are any good shots for my portfolio. You can't see the makeup very well on any of these.

Tim Gleason Photoshoot

Show in LA

Our first show will now be on February, 23 at Sis’s Bar in LA. I hope the bar is seedy and filled with an array of depraved persons.

bad night

My grandmother had a heart attack about a week ago. She was scheduled for surgery this morning. The surgery didn't happen. Im not completely sure why. I have been getting my information from people who aren't totally clear on what's happening. I basically got that they don't have a stint that will fit her heart. I was also told they don't know where to go from here. Me and my grandmother are very close. I have more memories of her then my own parents. Needless to say Im beside myself. I have really been trying to be strong and work through bad feelings the last couple months. For the most part I have. Tonight i just broke down a little. I got in to this ridiculous fight with Garth over boundaries. He posted something on his blog that well, hurt my feelings...We have these epic battles. I had time to think about it after the dust settled. I'm just sensitive right now. Im also sick with a cold. Getting in to a fight over blogging was a bit disturbing to me. The online diaries are bizarre. You censor your self or not but you are always aware people read what you have written. There have been so many posts I have deleted after writing. What is the point in letting some god awful detail about your life known? I guess I have a couple reasons. It's cathartic. You write in to a void instead of it balled up under your bed. Sometimes you just want someone to know...its a way to feel connected with out really having to.
Its one in the morning and im talking to my computer about my shitty night. Good night computer. See you tomorrow.

Dreamtiger at the Casbah

James got us a gig at the Casbah on March 3rd. We will be opening for A Place To Bury Strangers. Im excited!

Work Theif!

A couple weeks ago I had lost 20$. I'm really good at losing things. Keys, important papers, anything tiny. I can also be careless with how much I spend. It's only with amounts ranging from 20 to 100$. I'm obsessive about keeping track of large amounts. Im talking money for coffee, cigarettes and whatever to last me before the next paycheck. I didn't think about the missing money again until a couple weeks ago. I was at the mall Christmas shopping. I was also working that day. On my breaks I would go race to a particular store. I was about to pay for something and noticed I was short the cash I needed. I stood there for a moment scratching my head. Okay...this sucks. I need to really start writing shit down from now on. I got back to work. The possibility of someone taking the money then crossed my mind. I made a mental note to not put anymore then 20$ in my wallet when working just in case.
Yesterday Lourie (girl from work) had asked me if i had anything stolen. That was a relief, I knew I wasn't that ditsy. She has had about 200$ stolen from her. We brought it up to Airan(the owner) she had also lost 200$. Catlin(girl from work) had 40$ taken yesterday. We narrowed in down to two people...That was the most surprising part. The evidence points clearly towards one person. This girl embodies everything i hate in people. I think she's the devil