I spent about 90 minutes today at Stadtpark in Vienna.
It was great to sit and do nothing but focus on the present… to take in everything around me.
I have come to the realization that I am a loner. Now… don’t confuse that with being lonely. I just enjoy my company and seem to be most content when I am alone.
While taking in the peacefulness of the park, I found myself reflecting on my childhood… growing up in a “holler” in Southeastern Kentucky. Now… this not a woah is me moment or if they could see me now thought, but instead a realization that I am still that kid in the “holler”; the one that was most content playing in his own little world.
Each of us are a big-ass pile of learned behavior, and it seems that I still that 10-year-old kid.
I have more thoughts on this… but I am going to head out and enjoy the city a bit more.
July 10, 2010 at 8:59 pm
· Filed under Dear Diary ·Tagged travel
I have spent quite a bit of time in Europe over the past several years, albeit mostly in Amsterdam.
Well… starting tomorrow that is about to change. I will be able to add three new cities to my travels… Munich, Vienna and Prague.
I have not researched any of these cities, so I am not quite sure what to expect. I have no preconceived notions about the culture or the people. Hell… I barely know the countries that these cities are located in.
So… over the next two and half weeks (yes… two and a half weeks), I hope to check in with updates on my adventures.
I have a fucking amazing life. I have an awesome job, a beautiful apartment and the means to do what I want.
What is lacking are friends. I have one kiss-ass friend that I would walk to the end of the Earth for but other than that… nada.
Sure… I have acquaintances, friends of friends and family, but I want a couple of true friends… friends that you would do anything for (and vice versa).
It has been more than three months since my last post, but I have decided to rejoin the land of the bloggers.
I need this outlet. I don’t care if anyone reads it… this is for me.
Here is a realization that I have come to…
It seems I want to turn every hobby or passion that I encounter into a business venture. You can call it being an entrepreneur… being driven… having goals. I call it a curse.
This notion was further cemented when I decided to dust off my camera and begin taking pictures again. Well, that lasted all of two days before I was plotting on how to make money off of my photos. Applications were submitted to photo agencies, photographer blog layouts were researched, model release forms were downloaded.
WTF?
I need to stop this shit.
Anyway, having said that… here are few shots that a took at Oakland Cemetery.
March 23, 2010 at 12:33 pm
· Filed under Dear Diary ·Tagged bf
I originally started this blog a year or so ago as a sounding board for the things I was going through with my boyfriend. It gave me an outlet to express my frustrations. After a short time I realized that this was not the healthiest way to express myself… I should be telling these things to him.
Well… the relationship did not work out. Why? Well… I will discuss that more later.
For now I’d like to write about tact and how it is now a requirement for any relationship… platonic, romantic, sexual.
tact (n): consideration in dealing with others and avoiding giving offense
If you do not have tact or a shred of couth, then I do not want you in my life.
Now… I am not preaching to 99% of the people I know through various social networking sites. I am talking specifically to my former fiance… the ex that I had hoped to maintain a friendship with… the ex that feels the need to share his sexual exploits on Facebook and LiveJournal. Why would you post these things when you knew that I would read the them… when you knew that (even though we are no longer together) that I would be reading these things?
Behold the brilliance from the wannabe man that I almost married.
I live my life completely serving only my work and my fans. And that way, I have to think about not what is best for my vagina but what is best for my fans and for me artistically. In the book of GaGa, fame is in your heart, fame is there to comfort you, to bring you self-confidence and worth whenever you need it. I want my fans to love themselves. It’s almost like I want to hypnotize them so when they hear my music they love themselves instantly.
After refilling the last ring of the CitiKitty with smaller amounts of litter each time, I decided to was time to take the plunge. So… as of Thursday night, Patty was ring free. I proudly told a couple of people that my cat was fully potty trained.
Unfortunately… I think I acted a bit prematurely.
Over the next 20 hours or so, I found that Patty had only used the pot once to pee. Well, this is not like my “moo cat”… he is a pooping machine.
So… yesterday evening we took a step back and put the ring back on the bowl. Within minutes Pat has taken a massive load off. (Yes… TMI, I know.)
We’ll see how the next week goes. Hopefully, I will be able to report that the CitiKitty has been a roaring success.
