This weekend was supposed to be epic. I was supposed to go and get tattooed at Arrows and Honor by Alana “Lawless” Lawton and generally have a blast. Instead I was at home for most of the time, I did leave long enough to buy a vacuum. How very non rock star of me right? I really miss excitement in my life. I have none; excitement that is. I go to work at an office which is populated mostly by frumpy old women, then I go home to my dogs (both of whom are rock stars in their own right) and chill with my old man. He’s more of a wild child then I am. At least he goes and drinks with his buddies. I wish I could cut loose every so often, kick life in the nuts, spit in fates face, give god a black eye ya know- be a bit of a hell raiser. I think it’d be good for my soul. I’m stuck in such a rut. I have no real outlet. I should be writing and painting more, but lately I just can’t seem to find the energy or the motivation. I finished Prozac circles a while ago and I haven’t gotten it framed to hang up. Fred- the mutant Jackalope I made still has broken antlers- I’m in the process of cleaning out my studio out and that’s really important to get my creative juices flowing. I simply can’t work in a rat hole; and that’s what I’ve let my studio become. I know I sound like I’m whining, and maybe I am. I have a roof over my head and people who love me. The rest is gravy right? Getting out of debt isn’t really conducive to living the high life either. I fucking hate debt. The bitches at citi cards can eat shit. (side note: it’s not their fault I racked up debt- It’s all mine, sometimes it just feels better to rage at them instead of myself) I think I’ll start jogging with Ty every day. It will help me lose weight and it’s free which will make my old man unbelievably happy. I want to travel and see the world. With my 30th birthday coming up I just don’t feel like I’ve done enough or seen enough. I’m just a greedy little rock star wannabe that can’t get enough. Ok. I’m done now. End note: the soundtrack to my life- The Rolling Stones.