as I'm looking to the sky to count the stars, I wonder if you see them where you are.

I am a pretty furious at the fact that I had some older posts and they are no longer here, but I will get over and I will write my little heart out. As of now no one knows about this blog, nor do I intend to tell them. I just feel like I always have so much bubbling in my own head that it has to get out in some way. Cue pretty pink blog. You will be introduced to the stimulating and eccentric ideas and images that make up my mind. Perhaps you will even get a short story or two.

This weekend I did a lot of thinking about what I want. That is a very large question, and I came up with only two answers.

One. Although I enjoy my short hair, I want the length back. Why did I cut it? "You know me, I'm impulsive." At some point I would also like to put some blood red underneath.

Two. I would love nothing more than to begin a career in interior design or party planning. Teaching is not for me and it has not been for a very long time. I was not made to sit behind a desk and hold my creativity hostage.

With that being said, I leave you with what I think is one of the most beautiful paintings. I don't care how "played out" or commercialized it is, or how many people have it as their favorite. I just adore it. I have stared at it for hours and will continue to do so in the future (when it's back at the MoMa.)