Thursday, December 9, 2010

Sometimes life starts to really be a drag.
Sometimes this city seems to eat you alive and spit you out because all you seem to do is work, work, work.
Oh, and then work some more.
I have had so little time to stop and enjoy the place that I live and what I have created here lately all I want to do it leave this fair city, IMMEDIATELY.
Took some time this morning to look back at my photos from the past couple months and remember sometimes you just need a commodore, a fat cat belly to rub, a new hair cut, some chocolate, or some really tubular street "art" to make you feel better.
Or an entire afternoon at the laundry mat with the one you love.