Today was wonderful:
+ I caught up with a good friend
+ Established a sense of self-reliance
+ Found an awesome place in the City
+ Got free shots at a bar
+ Got my septum back
Oh, and I saw Oliver Peck around Union Square.
I may not love NYC, but it’s growing on me.
true fucking facts.
Tonight is one of those nights where I look back on my 22 years and think, “what the fuck have I been doing?”
get home from new york city.
immediately start working on portfolio work.
eating ‘dinner’ at ten pm.
designers go hard.
I think I’ve reached a milestone in my life. Pretentious, I know, but I’m finally semi-happy with how I look. It’s taken me almost twenty-two years to be able to say “Hey, I’m not a total ogre” and that feels fucking fantastic.
i’m so sick of you being this wishy-washy person all the time.
commit to what you say/believe in, or i’m done.
home.
life is good.
So my parents are in St. Lucia for the week, and I get an email from my dad that says:
Hey Bud,
Finally got the internet to work here. Hope things are going well. We met a stripper last night. ‘nutff said.
i have zero motivation to do absolutely anything today other than draw.
too bad i have a shit ton of design work to do.
can we just fast forward to friday so i can go home?
