A Monkey, Alligator, and Bird

Cadbury Caramel eggs are the bomb diggity.

3/7/11 to 3/15/11

So my journal and I took a little break between November 2010 and March 2011, but we are now going strong. I haven't missed a day since 3/7, and I intend on being faithful, even if Timothy Olyphant knocks on my door. Okay . . . that is a lie. All bets are off if Timothy Olyphant shows up.

Conversation Mike and I just had:

"You look pretty with your earrings and hair like that."

"Yeah, it was a cute day for me."

In case you were wondering, I was the one complimenting Mike on his earrings and hair.

So long Elizabeth Taylor . . .

So long Elizabeth Taylor. May your afterlife be littered with diamonds.

"The problem with people who have no vices is that generally you can be pretty sure they're going to have some pretty annoying virtues."
--Elizabeth Taylor

"It is strange that the years teach us patience; that the shorter our time, the greater our capacity for waiting."
--Elizabeth Taylor

11/18/11 to 11/26/11 larger version

Here is a larger version for those of you who actually read the journal entries and don't want to use a magnifying glass.

11/18/11 to 11/26/11

When I get really stressed out or am trying to distract myself from a memory I find unpleasant and/or embarrassing, I start talking to myself. Often times I mumble distracting questions and proclaim things like "NO" and "It's okay" out loud and to myself. Today I was appalled to find out that, if distressed enough, I also mumble these things while people are present. Not good. Nice defence mechanism. Way to make a bad situation worse. Oh well.

This entry was made during my birthday. My wonderful birthday. In case you were wondering what's so great about my particular birthday, let me tell you, it's because it's my birthday, and Harry Potter movies often come out on my birthday.

28 is a good age. You already have 26 and 27 under your belt---the years where it hits home that you are leaving that golden age of working out without stretching, no wrinkles or gray hairs, and an awesome metabolism. By 28 you have come to except those terms and are just happy to be in your twenties. It is kind of a content, settling age where exciting things still feel possible. Stay classy, 28. Peace out.

Everything Is Going to Be OK

This is the beautiful book cover of a recently published book at Chronicle Books.
5 reasons to check out this book:
1. I have two pieces of artwork in it.
2. It's upbeat and positive, so you can give it to your happy friends or bunny rabbits.
3. It's upbeat and positive, so you can give it to your cynical, depressed friends to piss them off.
4. The cover is super sexy.
5. I'm super sexy.

As Linus would say, "Those are good reasons." It is currently selling at Urban Outfitters and you can buy it on Amazon. Let me know if you are interested in getting a free poster of the cover art as there are currently some available. I have the poster hanging at my desk, and when I get really stressed out, I stare at it for hours, until I realize it is 4 in the morning, and I should go home to bed.

Another old entry

This entry consists of: a letter from a cool lady named Teja; cut up art noveau–style paper from Caro; Karate poses from an envelope Teja sent; and drawings of two girls based on photos of children in England during WWII. This entry was made in September 2006.

I wanted a bird as a child. My friend had two lovebirds but then one died. I liked to play with the remaining bird, but one time, when I was holding the it, the bird walked up my arm with a devilish gleam in its eye and started biting my ear. I got it back on my hand, but it started biting my finger. I started shaking my hand in panic, and the bird was thrown across the room. Undeterred, the bird started toward me with the same look in its eyes; it was out to get me. I haven't really wanted a bird since. (Plus, it seems sad to be given the gift of flight, only to be locked up in a cage with your wings clipped.)