Pitching

The truth is I’m a PR person through and through. I pitch the stories of myself to whomever I want to. Whether they buy it or not, that’s done and I’m moving on. I believe there are many angles to be pitched, but some people are just difficult. They much rather want to believe that one single side of it that cannot, just for the fucking life of it, work.

This entry is part of Project 365 where I’ll post a photo a day (or at least try very hard to).

The Cows

There are friends and there are these friends. That one bunch of goofball guys you know you can be completely insensitive with. The ones you’ve seen throw tantrums, go through multiple relationships (and girls) and listen as they talk incessantly about army. These guys are my cows. The logic behind that is because we love beef. (Yes, I know… Like WHAT?!)

It’s always great to have those reunions through the years. Just checking in and laughing about fond times and old jokes that don’t make any sense anymore. “Bye-Bicycle!” and “BBL” for instance.

Gosh, you think you haven’t really missed them all that much, but you do. Because no other group of friends will share the same synergy with you as this bunch.

This entry is part of Project 365 where I’ll post a photo a day (or at least try very hard to).

You’ve got mail!

Love that feeling of getting something delivered to the door

This entry is part of Project 365 where I’ll post a photo a day (or at least try very hard to).

My Father

We are the same type, my father and I. The harsh, critical but soft hearted ones with a penchant for a good chat. We are quick to judge, but love those who win us over with a good dose of sincerity. While we are similar, we are not the same.

My father thrives through extroverted activities. He enjoys and is really in his own element when surrounded by friends and good beers. I on the other hand thrive in the quiet little corners, sometimes over analyzing the world, deep in thought, hungry for something, always looking for something.

We have our differences, but time has mellowed us both and the similarities between the two of us are reaching middle ground. It seems time does indeed heal all wounds, if only you let it.

This entry is part of Project 365 where I’ll post a photo a day (or at least try very hard to).

Dancing in the Dark

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Solo Celebration

First meal alone to celebrate a new beginning.

This entry is part of Project 365 where I’ll post a photo a day (or at least try very hard to).