Lyric

This is Lyric.

Don't forget to keep your mystery...

There's a weird blurry spot in the photo, so I'll have to re-shoot it later. This is the whole image though. Also sorry to disappoint, there's just no way I could do justice to Link.

Thoughts?

New!

Go here: www.FairyRebel.com

Give me constructive feedbacks!

(Keep in mind though, this isnt intended to showcase website design, its just a simple home for my paintings and nonsense.)

:D

Hands

Sometimes I eat steak.

...with my hands.

...while driving.

Maybe.

That is all.

Heat

Hooray summer? I think this is my new favorite cold drink. Why the hell does it already need to be 95+ degrees outside every day? It's only APRIL!

Someone call manbearpig.

Delays

Apparently it takes a while to identify strange 25 gallon blue jugs before shipping them. Just ask whoever is working the counter at FedEx. Pail-o-pony scares me. The lady behind the counter said these are common, and to give you an idea on size, that's her arm on the left...

Stormy Paints

Don't hate. I'm about 8ish hours into this one. It's not done yet (nowhere near done) and I'm not positive exactly what direction I'm headed in with it, but even if it sucks as art I'm enjoying the ride.

Constructive feedback is always welcome.

Unnamed - Acrylic on gallery stretched canvas - 24x30 in.

You Must Know...

Such a pretty song... I felt compelled to share.

What are these hands for, if I can't bring you fallen rain?
What are these eyes for, if I can't see the moon, watch over you?
What are these arms for, if I can't hold you through the night?
What does this heart beat for, if I can't lay by your side?
You must know. I was made for you.

WTF?

What state do I live in? Why are there drifts of ice on everything? WTF is going on out there?

P.S. Driving in hail is awesome, unless you're a moron... in which case, good luck with your insurance claim.

Times and Measures

Okay, so...

I've decided it has become time to learn to sell my artwork. I've never ever sold a painting before ever... or any art of mine that I can recall... so here's your chance to make some of my art part of your collection. I'd really like to start with my friends so that I can ease into abandoning my babies by placing them in homes of people I trust.

(Insert comment here about virgins, etc.)

I only have one of these, it's the original, and is not currently ready to hang (in case you wanted to frame it) though I can affix a hanging cable across the back if you so desire.

This is among the largest of my paintings, and measures 14x18.

Available until it's gone or until I change my mind, for $250 + shipping. (...or make me an offer, I'm not too proud.)

Hooray Rain!

Today has to be better than yesterday. Its been pouring rain all night, and is supposed to continue well into the weekend. Yesterday was so absolutely shitty already by this hour of the morning that I'm just not sure that today has a chance of keeping up with it.

Feets and Rambling

Boy, the carpet at my office is hideous and dirty. Contrary to what I'm sure Monica will think, I'm thinking my feet look pretty cute today. I'm bored, on my lunch, and felt like posting but I have nothing entertaining to talk about...

I wonder how many of you out there are self employed. You should speak up if you are (or have been) 'cause I need some reliable resources on the topic. I should also probably try to eat food on my lunch today I suppose... then it's back to awesome paperwork, wooo!!

Hot or Not?

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My mom bought me this t-shirt for christmas, and while the cotton is some of the softest I've ever worn, I'm just not sure if it's too gangster for me to wear in public. Randy laughed at me when I put it on this morning... but it's so comfy... I'm torn.

Thoughts?

All the Fallen Angels

Sometimes Goodwill totally hooks it up. I was hoping to replace these CDs eventually since I no longer had my digital copies and BAM there they were. Great condition -- I'm totally revisiting high school today. It's caused a definite improvement in my attitude this morning. Never figured I'd feel that way about 90s grunge/prog rock but I totally do.

I am poison crazy lush. I'm screaming daisies...

Mountains

Ugh. I have mountains of paperwork to move today and while I am strangely motivated to get shit done, I am not at all interested in actually doing any of it. Also, dealing with idiots about bills and my missing RAM yesterday has pretty much clouded over my week and I feel like I'd rather stab myself in the face with my staple remover than speak to another human on the phone. Did I mention I have a fistful of billing nag calls to make this afternoon? GRAND.

American Jet-Set Girl 2

Return of American Jet-Set Girl

Seas of clouds are therapy.

New Content

So I'm sure that those of you who actually read this from time to time may have noticed that I started copying my myspace blogs over here from days gone by. I'd rather have everything in one place so that the death of myspace can continue without me stressing about my hilarious memories dying with it. With that said, I feel like while I'm here I owe a few of you some things you've waited patiently for, some of you for far too long. I'm in no mood to attempt to search my archives for photos that are owed, but I promise to be more diligent about adding new stuff here, and I also promise to try harder to make Norby cooperate. (First generation phones, go figure. He can upload pictures, but not text. I am completely dissatisfied with anything other than exactly what I want. We'll keep working toward a compromise.)

So without further ado, I'd like to present... an actual rambling... by me... late at night (okay not that late) when I'm supposed to be asleep already.

There have been so many things bothering me recently. I've been internalizing most of it, but those of you familiar with that process know it's not always so easy. I decided the other day after a bit of prodding that there was no good reason for me to keep up with the bottling, opened a floodgate, and I actually feel ENTIRELY better about at least one challenge I was facing.

That's pretty rare. I don't usually feel such a stark sense of closure. I like it.
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I wonder how many of you have played that game Persona 3. I haven't personally played it but it introduced a concept that, in my head, applies directly to life. I'm still surprised that it was found in a video game. The main character has powers, and these powers are strengthened individually by the people that he interacts with. Social interactions strengthen or weaken him, depending on the quality of the bond he has with the associated party to any given power. (I hope I'm explaining this so that anybody understands what the hell I mean.) The reason I bring this up is because I feel like this is VERY true to life, and I've been handed some fine examples to remind me of this recently. My direct interactions with my chosen few have a huge influence over my abilities and strengths as a person.

To those of you who are my chosen few, have been my chosen few in the past, and will be my chosen few again in the future, thank you from the bottom of my icy little heart. Even if I have been well out of contact for a long time, I haven't forgotten what you mean to me and the contributions you've made to help me be the person I am to day.

To those of you who have recently been tossed to me as fine examples, thank you in advance for all that you do to inspire and improve me as a human.

I look forward to expanding my horizons.
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On a totally unrelated note, I've been attracting a broad range of things lately. Mostly in a positive way. Some of my issues with my social life are slowly starting to resolve themselves, and I'm getting a picture of the next road I may travel, and who might be by my side as I do so. I can't say that the spontaneous "fuck-it-all" attitude hasn't been taunting me lately either. Sometimes I feel like a cashed paycheck in my hand and a sack of clothes on my back might be all I need to handle my next road. Other times I'm completely terrified by the fact that such an irresponsible thought had the chance to enter my head.

Does everyone experience the kind of internal turmoil and tug-of-war that I do? For your sakes, I hope not.
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Oh, right... and welcome to 2009. It better be fucktons better than 2008. There's a 9 in there, it has to be. OR ELSE. I'M WARNING YOU '09. Don't make me bring the pain.
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AAANNNND I'm spent.

G'nite my kidbots. Til' next time. :)

Currently Listening:
Breaking Benjamin - Phobia