Having painted my apartment yellow, purple, green, pink, red, blue, lavender and also soon to be silver in my bedroom I find myself coordinating to it. I think color is great I’m glad to be ingrossed in it again although I’m not sure how the outside world feels.

Also having an awesome apartment and a cat that seems lonley when I’m not around has transformed from social butterfly to a recluse. It’s not so bad, I’m accomplishing a lot without other human beings and souls to distract me. I’m reading a lot[and more than magazines], shooting a lot, thinking a lot and occasionally cleaning[which for me is cleaning a lot]. I’m kind of trapping myself in my own world again and trying to harness my creativity which I feel I lost in the past year whilst on drugs[60days clean, thank you] and I believe it is working. I think I need to be writing and painting more but one step at a time, right?

The only problem being with this is it makes me dislike the outside world that much more. Oh well.

I wrote a blog the other day and Alfie made me delete it. But essentially it was “I didn’t get in to Hiro to see Justice, that sucked but I went to Frogs at 5am and saw a guitar fly out a second story window and into the street.”

Also my friend Jon gave me two bags of shoes the other day and inside were the above silver elf shoes I am not rocking on an almost daily basis. Loooove.

Anyways incase I don’t update this in the next few days - I’ll be go-go-ing at Trash on Friday, the super dupes is returing and it’d be great if people went and made me feel loved and not like they all said mean things about me on a blog. Yeaaa…I’m still a wee bit insecure at times.