The sailors say I'm a fine girl. Graphic designer, illustrator, writer, reader, gamer, dreamer, storyteller. I make things and care about them. My life exists somewhere between painfully logical and lost in an overly complicated daydream.
Just Swerve A Little More Next Time
Eve ry syl la ble of sym path
There are ways to enhance your car through modifications and design, giving you a more aesthetically pleasing vehicle and maybe you’ll suddenly be able to pick up chicks. Alternatively, you can just slap a bumper sticker on the back with a quirky, ironic saying or support for some politician more crooked than your place job of said sticker or a proclamation that you honk for a specific deity.
When you look up at the night sky, how do you feel? Some find themselves feeling like giants, able to mask out a mass of energy with just the tip of their finger. Most don't even think about it much. When I looked up, I felt entirely insignificant. Was I just lucky to see the stars? Most of the time, it was hard to differentiate stars from planes and skyscrapers.
A Doctor's Office, an Old Lady with Oranges, and a Bicyclist
After only ten minutes of waiting, I began to shift uncomfortably in the chair. Ten minutes was not an awfully long time to wait in a doctor’s office, I knew that. Dad was slouched back in the chair, glancing through one of the magazines from the coffee table in the middle of the room. It was a magazine about geography. I knew my dad had no interest in geography. He was merely looking for company with anyone other than me, even if they were dull words and glossy images on a page. That’s why he kept looking up every now and then to look at me with a small smile, to illustrate how amused he was at landscapes and jungles. Dad must have imagined being in those places, where they don’t have boring sons.