There are some smells that you can't learn to love. There are people like that too.

Today. Today was one of those quiet smoky days. Today I woke up and wanted to puke. Puking feels like it should be a metaphor for something, as if puking is some well known tired archetype.  

Today I really wanted to go to the park but everyone was too busy. I felt like I was five years old.  

During the summer I'm going to spend every day at the park.

I want everyone to know that I tried to update an hour ago (because I have no life. I'm just kidding. I have a life. Gotcha.) and it was extremely extremely difficult. So today instead of the nicely scanned enlargable pictures we have something more...simplistic.

yes. yes I did just take pictures with my macbook of a piece of art that I worked on earlier today. Yes, yes you can see my fingers in some of the pictures. And yes, the lighting is terribly.

But in desperate times, I'm not afraid to lose my dignity :] 

So, tonight, I'm going to sit on my porch, listen to the rain and animal and collective and burn holes into the above art, and post it tomorrow? Or edit into todays post. We'll see what time I get done.

So in my last post I admitted to having a blog counter. Its a really indepth one with graphs and pie charts and everything. I know all sorts of stuff like I've had 23 unique visitors, and! That the majority of them use macs (3 use windows).

Whenever I get bored I check it. And. ok. I have a question for my visitors.

What do you like? 

Part of this blog is a way for me to preserve and share my journals, but I'm also curious as to what you like? Is it ok if I talk about wanting to puke? my day? not going to the park? 

Ok. so. 23 visitors. thats exciting. I am exciting.