The dam neighbors are so noisy. Banging around on my "roof". Makes me hate them, though I wish I were up there to party with them. We don't get along for whatever reason. I tried to say hi a few times and they gave me dirty looks and walked off. Hella rude people. Cant wait to move out of here and into a big house. Should be in August we are hoping. Never an apartment again.

I just started drawing again. I can't understand why I stopped. It all stopped shortly after I got pregnant, there was a lot going on. But typically I would draw when I was upset or emotionally awkward. Didn't happen this time though. For a little while there I thought maybe all my artistic ability was sucked out of me. I would sit down and try to draw something and it would look like garbage. I would throw away anything that I didn't think was up to par. I learned something though. My imperfections are what makes my art so fun to do. Once I got past that mind block I was able to come out with something I wasn't completely disgusted with and things went uphill. I drew a pretty cute turtle the other night. It was very inspiring.

Turtles are my rock. They are my inspiration. They are unique, calm, long lasting, spiritual creatures and I like to think that I am the same.

I have a large tattoo of a sea turtle swimming into a moon setting (instead of a sunsetting) green clouds and purple ocean. That's me. Or what I wish was me.

Thanks for reading. xoxo