You know what I find extremely repulsive? White foam flip flops. The kind that get dirty from the city, that gets onto your feet and then makes an imprint of the foot in the foamy center. It's bad enough that they make that flop, flop, flop noise when you walk, but to see someones dirty, feet on that flapper really makes me want to vomit.
I also hate plane delays and sold out super shuttle.
At least I'm going to try out my new camera, which is probably no better than the last. Is it so much to ask for to have a photo taken when you press the little button? I push the button on my digital and people age before the flash goes off. So, I'll see how this new and improved Canon SD800 with 7.1 mega pixels works.
I'll be back with photos to post. Last night I felt like my art had no meaning and I shouldn't even do it anymore. It's too expensive and some people just disrespect, in which case i rather not make the art.
Maybe some time with nature out in the middle of nowhere, I will find my inspiration back. I'll go beneath the earth and high above it. Seeing things from these different views, puts a perspective on things, those that are more important than us.
until next time...
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You want to rant? We can rant. You hate white flip flops? I'm not sure if I HATE the following ... but certainly they can all compete for the top of my pet peeve list. Here's what annoys me. Sometimes or all the time:
•Khaki-pant, polo-shirt wearing balding men in Central Park who are so bitter than they have a fat wife and 2 bratty kids and up calling me a Loser while my thumb-tip drips blood onto my sweaty rollerblades.
•Fat mothers who make their kids fat.
•Parents who don't understand the word bedtime ... and if they do, that it means before midnight for toddlers.
•Frosted hair – the kind with dark roots and tips that resemble the end of a dirty broom. They think this gets guys hard. HARDLY.
•Men who care more about their hair than I do. And their clothes, bags, and belts for that matter.
•People who disrespect and waste other people's time. Time is the only thing that has no price.
•Keetaytsi.
•Ignorant morons. Also in this category are extremists of any kind (specifically religious) who are so close-minded, the only way they see it fit to open their mind is to kill others. Maybe we should give them suicide lessons.
•Self-centered, fat, mother-fuckers who take up 2 seats on the subway and won't look up from eating their BIG MACS to offer a seat to a crippled, elderly woman.
•The heroin addict on 97th Street that tricks people into thinking she’s homeless but then goes to shoot up behind a black disposable umbrella on the Madison Avenue bus.
•People who complain about their life but do nothing to fix it.
•Anyone against marijuana.
•Forks scraping on the plate. Wet dogs. The smell of hot dogs. Slow drivers. The smell of butter popcorn in the office.
These were just the first ones to come out. We know that I could come up with another few hundred pretty easily. Just know that my list for the things I love is always much bigger. Because LIFE encapsulates all of it and that is the greatest, most beautiful gift.
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