If I'm not here...
I'm here.
Read more...If a tree falls in the forest when no one is around, does it make a sound?
Answer: yes, but only the tree has heard its own death.
There's so much noise, and so little thought. So much judgment and so little compromise.
People talking for the sake of talking, keys tapping. Saying nothing.
I have found this finally exhausting.
What's the point of putting yourself there when the community you thought existed around you is really nothing but noise?
Or, maybe I'm just not good at interpreting what isn't.
It's easy to hide inside the facade of what you call yourself on the Internet. What your avatar looks like, how you phrase your sentences, what people you follow and who follows you.
In the end, you realize it's high school all over again and you're stuck wishing you had brand name jeans.
I'm too old for this. Switching off the light until I find a reason to contribute.
The bride from this weekend's wedding. She was gorgeous. This is the first image I processed, just to give ya'll a little something to look at.
Please excuse the lame watermark. My Macbook died, and I haven't pulled my Photoshop brushes off yet to install on the big computer.
I feel bad, actually, for not writing, because there are so many things going on that I'd like to write about. However, Mercury in Retrograde has totally pushed me in to craptastic month of crap. So, here's a quick update on my life.
Suzanne, who was the biggest, baddest chick in the family, went on to rat heaven last night after battling an upper respiratory infection for the past two days. The illness worked very vast and was unresponsive to antibiotics.
She was a character - an old meanie, but always the first to come when I called her. I miss her very much already.
Suzanne and Agatha were the first rats we brought home and today I'm reflecting on how important they were to me, how much their love helped me, and all of the good times we had together.
R.I.P, Suzanne. May your days now be filled with yogurt drops, noodles, and cozy paper piles.
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