Dance Dance

That's right.....

I need to write more

I don't nearly write enough.
Bottles. I have invisible walls lined with them....
Hopefully this new job, new time, new chapter allows for my expulsion...

...jettisoning that which needs be set aside... cast away.

I love to write. I must do it more often.

Best press shot EVER...truly

Bob Downy, Jr?

Who?
Just call him a thumb sucker.

Love this.
Fucking BRILLIANT.

Post Pellegrino Reflection

As I get ready to check out of my room, about to lose my internet service that I paid $9.95 for, I think that the feeling is normal. It's normal to not feel comfortable in a hotel room, it is normal to feel crazed and confused when switching jobs, its normal to be a bit muddled when you are at a stage in your life when you realize you need to re-evaluate who you are, what you have become and where you hope to eventually be.

Shit, if it was easy, everyone would embrace change without issue...

It's challenging for a reason...all good things, things that you struggle to achieve, end up meaning so much more once the hard work is done. If they don't, then you obviously did it either wrong, or it wasn't supposed to be part of you and you should continue with your introspection. Oh how Buddhist of me... :)

So, THANK you X-files for reminding me that "The Truth is Out There" some-fucking-where and that with persistence and a few uncomfortable implants (I hope I can avoid this one)...I will have an AHA! moment and find it for myself.

:)
Oh, and I would like to thank Pellegrino for it's contribution to my hydration which aided in this frame of mind this morning.

fin.

Solitary in the County of Oranges

I guess California gives you time to think. If, by chance, you can ignore all of the Botox and duck lips and fake tits. This trip has been a whirlwind of me seeking solitude and knowledge. Hard to balance. Shit, I have had no balance of late. Why I thought I could find it while out here, I'll never know. I finally had some time without the painful headaches from forgetting my glasses, and the jet lag, and the motion sickness (thank you Westin for putting me on a higher floor so I get the FULL fucking effect of the elevator) and honestly, I am still muddled.

Hotels are a strange thing. I am comfortable in a bed of a quality that I will likely never EVER see...but its so sterile that I yearn for the confort of a familiar noise...damn you NYC for making street noise what I miss the most to get a good night's sleep.

At least I have the X-Files. Thank you TNT for not moving past the cool shit of yesteryear. I can't even read, which is really starting to piss me off. I get nauseous reading while here. Is it the pressure? Is it because I am not feeling well? My time of the month? I have no fucking clue. Its just frustrating...like the universe is telling me "So, hey! A little FYI for you... We are taking away everything that you find comfortable...now, just figure out how to exist, and you'll be fine! Buh bye..."

Assholes.

So as I sit here in my room. 623 in the South Coast Plaza Westin. Eating my 40 dollar artichoke, arugula and parm pizza with a large bottle of Pellegrino...watching Moulder and Skully read Krycek the "what-for" because he is a bad dude... I am less than satisfied.

Fuck. I would think I should at least be satisfied.

Temperance...

in the first.


I leave for California tomorrow. I am excited to learn new things, and sort through the old.

Still it is a new beginning, and I must take it for what it is. Should be a good thing, especially to see weather that is above 50 degrees :) perhaps I shall return with a healthy glow. I hope the Westin has a damn gym and a pool...

Redefine.
Review.
Refine.
Renew.

Lots rrrrr's there.

*grin*
The 7's transport me to JFK tomorrow early afternoon. I feel like this is a very "fly by the seat of the pants" trip. I still have no idea where or when I am supposed to meet my trainer!

Nutty.

Me and my suit pack for travel in the morn. Tonight, I carouse with the ladies...give solace and ear to a friend in her new station, and brandish a glass in the the face of torture.

Blah.
hrmph.

'tis life, bitch.
Welcome... newness.. :)

Resting.

So I finished off with French on Tuesday. Emotional. I definitely cried a bit at the end when I was cleaning my shit out of the office. But it is fine. When you have to hand off your keys and remove your mark on a business, it feels somewhat like giving up, but I know better than that...and a few days later I am feeling a bit more centered and balanced.

I leave for LA on Sunday. Back again on Friday. Now I think lunch and food is in order. But first a damn coffee.

Oh! And I have more new photos up on the site. Click the pic above to link to my flickr pages.