The economic bailout plan angered me enough, but Dubya endorsing it just proves that he is completely out of touch with reality. Nothing good can come from saddling the already financially strained masses with someone else’s debt. Nothing.
Brad is about to turn 27! Craziness.
All Growed Up
The icons are all dead or broken,
ushered off in wheelchairs and caskets of immoral expense to paradises
surrounded by wildness.
My childhood crumbles without the support of the ones I admired and by the weight of my guilts and follies.
That time of heroes is so distant — it no longer even feels like a dream,
no longer feels like a memory.
The blurred fragments of the Sues, the Mikes, the D’Jeilas… they are fading into emptiness,
leaving me with a search for new people to look up to, if anyone.
I miss the me who was in that time, but celebrate his death.
The me of now is an improvement, a focused replica of an aimless child.
The slate has been cleaned and readied for the new icons to place on pedestals.
Soon, I’ll break out of the thin shell of fear that remains and emerge as a fully complete person.
My wings itch to stretch out and let me fly.
9.13.2008
I’ve been focused on crafting lately… cardmaking and scrapbooking in particular. I’m trying to do things that are unique to me, but sometimes it is hard to find stuff that doesn’t end up making my pages look like everyone else’s. I’d also like to get into artist trading cards (both collecting and making them). I only wish this stuff hadn’t gotten so expensive recently. I’ve been putting stuff on scrapbook.com to get some feedback… there are some really talented people on that site. I’ll probably put stuff on Craftster soon too, but haven’t done much on there yet.
my scrapbook.com gallery
Tim Holtz (I love grungeboard!)
Cosmo Cricket
Paperwishes
Martha Stewart Crafts
I’m a bit stressed. It seems to always be something.
This week, it is family drama keeping me up at night. I’m much more stressed about it than I realized. I wish I was home to be supportive, but glad I’m 4,000 miles from the mess.
Why isn’t ibuprofen a sleeping pill?
