Long long hours at the computer...and here I am at home, relaxing...at the computer.
Almost have this issue of the mag ready...today was criticim upon criticism from our publisher. I am a little scared of her. I know it's helpful and really was all valid, but it still HURTS. I am too sensitive I think. But all day long with the letting of type and the invisibles and fucking fonts problems and flightcheck nightmares...Quark is slowly killing me.
I meant to do some freelance work this evening, but I didn't get home till 9 from the office...fuck PDO and their stupid hippie website...I am sick of them, sick of all my clients. I just want to fly away.
Fly away to Vietnam, Thailand, Italy...Amsterdam
Anywhere sexy and green with a distinct smell of life...no more stale atlanta air...
I want spices and sweets
exotic oils with MANY uses
flowers bursting at their seams
wine overflowing crimson into my eager mouth
and to just shut my eyes and
be at peace
quiet in my poor brain
just for once
please
Almost have this issue of the mag ready...today was criticim upon criticism from our publisher. I am a little scared of her. I know it's helpful and really was all valid, but it still HURTS. I am too sensitive I think. But all day long with the letting of type and the invisibles and fucking fonts problems and flightcheck nightmares...Quark is slowly killing me.
I meant to do some freelance work this evening, but I didn't get home till 9 from the office...fuck PDO and their stupid hippie website...I am sick of them, sick of all my clients. I just want to fly away.
Fly away to Vietnam, Thailand, Italy...Amsterdam
Anywhere sexy and green with a distinct smell of life...no more stale atlanta air...
I want spices and sweets
exotic oils with MANY uses
flowers bursting at their seams
wine overflowing crimson into my eager mouth
and to just shut my eyes and
be at peace
quiet in my poor brain
just for once
please
yeah, i know i write a lot. i guess you could call it diahrrea of the hands or whateverthefuck. august is always slow at work so creating long journal entries kills time. as for your questions, jitterbug is a virtua-friend that has turned out to be every bit as cool and compassionate in real life as her online incarnation. i call her jitterbug b/c she cuts a mean rug. as for that person making eyes at me, now that you've mentioned it, she was rather inebriated after passing a bowl around and having some vino. whatever the case may be, it made me feel a bit uncomfortable and i needed something somewhat clever to close out my journal entry for the day.
its never too soon to start planning a kick ass vacation to tuscany or phi phi island.