I want to do voice over work. I can do a myriad of funny, childlike voices. And I'm pretty good at it. I just have to figure out how you do something like that.
This year I'm going to have my photos in a gallery. I don't know how to do that either but it's going to happen.
I want to have a baby.
I want to lose my last 15 lbs. Why won't they budge? I do all of the plateau breaking moves and then nada. And no I don't have a thyroid/hormone issue. I've been checked. I'm going to get over it b/c I'm actually in pretty good shape. Size 4 is nothing to complain about.
Sometimes I want to be mean, but my conscious won't let me. The few times that I am mean I feel like I've lowered myself to the level of the people I'm upset with.
as much as I hate dairy products, and won't eat them if I can, I eat Pinkberry, and I LOVE it. It's my treat once a month. Not for PMS. Just because I like it.
Currently, I am in the middle of 20+ art projects. Paintings, fabric art, collages, and numerous marketing strategies.
There really is no such thing as true altruism because I get such a high off of starting groups to help raise money and making donations.
When my girlscout cookies come this year I'm going to donate them all to a foodbank. Because I WON'T eat them.
I like my dog more and more every day. He's really funny, and tough and has swagger. Not a lot of neutered dogs have swagger- he does.
It'd be nice to pick up and leave. Just go somewhere really different and not tell anyone. I was thinking about Vancouver BC. And not because of the Olyimpics.
The Olympics make me cry because it brings the world together for a positive reason.
Secretly I want to play the violin. And I want to practice the clarinet more regularly. I was going strong for a few weeks.
In my heart of hearts I know that it'll always be ok, and when I see people worry and complain I want to tell them how silly they're being but I know that they'll only resent me for it.
Having a baby will be awesome. I'm not scared of pain or anything, even though I'm going to do it hippy dippy home style. No hospital for me. Yuck. Not if I can avoid it.
I feel that in the next 15 years that there will be many social revolutions, and things will get much much better- despite the paranoid naysayers.
I laugh when people get freaked out about 2012, because it's all hype, and it's people who are ignorant, bastardizing yet another cultural misunderstanding for profit.
When people are heavy and do nothing about it I don't feel bad for them.
Those who hurt animals intentionally should have to volunteer at animal shelters, and "volunteer" at an abattoir.
I'd love to go into politics one day, because I know that I could make a diffrence.
Not in an obnoxious way, but I know when people are jealous of me, and I don't care. It's not because I'm better, it's because they don't have enough respect for themselves to not compare. I'm the best me there is, but I'm not better than anyone else.
Meditation, while rare for me, is the closest I've ever gotten to enlightenment.
Just being able to breathe, is a miracle.
Cupcakes are awesome, and I make the best I've ever had. Period. Speaking of cupcakes, my alias are: BaronessVonCupcake and Princess Dynamite.
Taking pictures is the closest I've gotten to therapy in a long time. And I really like my pictures and am happy that I take great pictures. And while I want to be humble, I also want to be proud of myself.
Lately all I've wanted was for it to be spring and summer. I want summer berries, watermelon and to go out to the East End.
Tiger Lilly, summer 2009
Zinnia bud, summer 2009
pink flowers, summer 2009
honey bee, summer 2009
you are my sunshine :)
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