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Jump on the HAPPY Train

I am sure some of you have probably noticed(you whould have to be blind not to notice) that I haven't been very
 h a p p y  as of late. It’s no big freakin surprise that I have been struggling with “something”.
Just my potty mouth alone should be a huge red flag. Not that I don't have one, I just don't normally let it fly as much as I have been.

Boy, would my mother not be happy with me.



However, I am here today to tell you that I have made a executive decision to get the funk out. I have decided to jump on the “Happy Train”. Can you say it is about damn time!


It’s not that I have been depressed lately, just have been dealing with some really difficult shit.


With the help of some really awesome and very supportive friends, I think it might be possible to get back to my old self.


I have come to this conclusion after a lot of freakin soul searching, and well some /a lot of guilt.


I have spent the last several months just aimlessly wandering. I have gotten off course. I have ignored my family,my dog, I haven't painted in months and I have not been going to church. Some would say that the devil had a little bit of a hand in all this.

I will just say I take full responsibility for my actions and my behavior over the last several months, expecially the last 3 weeks.


It has been extremely tough on the sportsman standing by and watching me self-destruct and not knowing what to do. I am truly sorry for putting him thru all that I have lately. He is a good man that does not deserve how I have been treating him.


So as of now, I am activiely working on my relationship with the sportsman. I’m not gonna lie and say we are good or anywhere close to being great. That takes time right?

I can say that we are working on it. Where ever that takes us, at least I can say that I am making the effort to try and make things right.


The sportsman (only after taking away sex) has finally agreed to go to the doctor for his snoring. I see that as a huge step in the right direction.


So I can't promise you that I will forever be on the “Happy Train” , since as in life there are always ups and downs.

I can however promise you that my posts will be a little more happy to read and as always there will be a little bit of naughty in them. Cannot change what is a huge part of being ME.

So heres to some awesome times in the near future.

Choices

Everybody fucking has them.


It’s a YES or NO.


Even though I like to say “maybe” a lot. When it comes down to making a decsion on something, it really is just a Yes or No choice.


Sometimes saying Yes, is like shaking hands with the

d e v i l.

You are seduced lured enticed sucked in. The excitement will make you hang on the very edge of every freakin corner waiting to see whats next. It pumps you full of adrenaline, making you want m o r e.


It’s like having a Red Juicy delicious apple dangled in front of you, making you obsessed with wanting more, more, and more.

You feel, as if you can never get enough.


Life is free, easy, and uncomplicated and it’s fucking

 a w e s o m e!!!!!!!!!

But beware, that d e v i l, can be one sneaky little bastard and in an instant it can all turn and bite you in the ass.


“Yes” can sometimes mean heartbreak disappointment confussion sadness, and make you wonder why the hell you were so fucking blind at that very moment you finally said “Yes”.


Sometimes you get thrown a curve ball and you are blindsighted. Things that were fun turn to complicated. Things that were happy go lucky, turn to feelings of doubt, feelings of being used, feelings of disappointment, and feelings of where the fuck did I go wrong.


There is nothing worse than the feelings of regret that somehow maybe, just fucking maybe you made the wrong damn choice.


NOW, I’m not saying that all “Yes” decisions turn out to be all bad or pure hell, sometimes if both partys are saying “Yes” then there can be rainbows with pots of gold at the end or kickass fireworks or goosebumps and electrical charges.


Yes, can mean some pretty fucking amazing passion and silly happiness.

Who the hell doesn’t l o v e a good time?

I L O V E a good time.

Yes” sometimes can be a beautiful thing.

Until its not.

Whatever choice you make ultimately you have to live with that decision after you make it.

Good, Bad, or the Ugly.

Surely, It will all eventually be ok.
Whatever the outcome is.


You will move on with or move past your choice you have made.

So that all will be right in the world.

However you will never forget.

Yellow Jumpsuit

Here are some illustrations I recently did for a family who keep a website of all their adventures. It's called Yellow Jumpsuit, which I loved right away because I guessed correctly that it was a "Bottle Rocket" reference and it's one of my favorite movies. I also did a logo for them.

Death of a Friendship

The death of anything is a very sad thing, but the death of a friendship is extremely insanely difficult.



Everyone knows that I have trust issues. So when I finally let someone “in” it means that I trust you.

If you break that “circle of trust” I am not one to ever forgive. Or at the very fucking least it will be an incredibly long ass time before I forgive.


Friendships are suppose to be happy –go- lucky. Friends are supposed to support you in whatever way you need. Friends are supposed to share the good times and bad. Friends are supposed to offer advice, knowing full well that doesn’t mean your gonna take it. Friends are supposed to have your back.


Friendships are not suppsed to be stressfull. Friendships are not supposed to be tough. Friends shouldn’t put you in a situation where they expect you to choose.


I have recently had to take myself out of a “situation” between two friends. Which makes things that much more freakin hard.


I truly care a lot about this friend. I care deeply what happens to this friend. I care about this friend’s feelings. I care about this friend’s health.

I care a lot about this friend.
Its just the friendship with this friend has become just too damn stressful for me to take anymore.


Because of my health issues / disease I am supposed to avoid stress. (Which is really freakin hard to do . )


Ending this friendship has been a very difficult discission for me. I didn’t want to do it. However, the stress that was involved has just gotten to be too much for me to handle anymore.

Did I say that I care about this friend a lot?

I can only hope that in the future this friend will understand why I had to do it. Who knows just maybe somewhere down the road and things change we can resume our once kick ass friendship we once had.

I would very much like that.

So today will be a day of mourning, the death of a truly special friendship.

"Mixtape" Preview Card

Here is my preview card for Jim Mahfood's "Mixtape" Sketch Card set from 5finity. I did a few with Samurai Hip Hop Girls and their Ninja DJ nemesis. These girls are not the Samurai ones. See, no swords.

Sexy at the gym?

The other day the sportsman and I were in the gym. I was doing my thing lifting weights. When the sportsman walks right up in front of me, while I am in the middle of a set.

Now there is a rule (between the sportsman and I ) that when your at the gym and your working out you don’t stop the other person and try to have a freakin conversation with them.


So I am lifting and the sportsman stops in front of me and motions for me to take my head phones off, cause he wants to freakin chit chat with me. Really? Are you freakin serious?


So I take them off (even though I was totally in the “Zone”) and you want to know what the hell was soooo damn important that it just couldn’t freakin wait till I was done ?


The sportsman wanted to know why it was that I had part of my tongue hanging out of my mouth? WTF, seriously.


The sportsman was concerned that the way I had my tongue it appeared that I was being “sexual” and he thought that other men in the gym would take it the wrong way and try to come up and talk to me.


Now mind you when I go to the gym, I have no makeup on, my hair is pulled up, and I have a baggy t-shirt and soccer shorts on. Who the hell is really gonna find me attractive much less confuse me for being flirty? I will tell you who, NO ONE.


My reason for doing this (hanging my tongue out so to speak) is because some times when I’m in the gym, my nose gets stopped up and I can’t freakin breath.


There is no sexual thoughts at anytime while I am doing this.


So finally after I reassure the sportsman that I am not secretly trying to pickup some hot young stud in the gym, he lets me get back to my work out.


Who new having your tongue hang out of your mouth like a damn dog would be confused with something sexual.

For once I wasn’t the perv.