Jax's Artistic Journey...

Seems like the more I work the more work I have. I am hoping in two weeks my schedule will finally free up and I can go on hiatus. In three weeks I'll be lounging on the Big Island holding a Mai Tai in my hand...ahhhh, the vacation I deserved five years ago. These days I'm really feeling it. Age. Mortality.

Had a relaxing time last night and uncorked a bottle of cheap White Zin and broke my Fess Parker glass! That's the second time, dammit! Well, they're gonna get an order from me. Maybe I'll take back from Hawaii some cool tiki glasses.. yeah, that would work. In reality I should invest in high end Ridell wine glasses so they don't break from the slightest tap. Oh well, live and learn.

So what is this woman listening to? I've got three songs running through my head. The first is Mandy Moore's cover of UMBRELLA by Rihanna. The second is Pink's song WHO KNEW. Lastly, Rihanna's HATE THAT I LOVE YOU...

I have a long night ahead. Didn't get to bed until 3:00 AM after my software went beserk and crashed at 2:00 AM...dead of night...I wonder if people can see the dark circles under my eyes. Yawn. I am going to be sleep deprived for a little while longer but then everything should come together...or that's what I keep telling myself.

Now, if only Prince Charming would ride through in a nice Ferarri and drive me into the sunset! LOL

How funny that being single can be a blessing and a curse. You either get set up on bad blind dates or you find yourself being hit on by any weirdo with a pulse. Then you've got days when you come home to an empty place and the only socialization is you talking to your money tree about your work day. I normally enjoy the being a slob part without anyone nagging. I also enjoy the 'do whatever I want' attitude. It's a lot of fun to run around in your underwear and bounce on the bed when you're bored.

I am entertaining the thought of a pet but, of course, I can hear my friends screaming "NO!!!!!!!!!" Do I look like I can't handle a pet?? Don't answer that. LOL

I'll say the worst part of being single is the lonely days. Days where you listen to morose music by bitter singers who has been raked through the coals by a bad relationship...you come home to a bottle of wine and no one to tell about your day to. It's a total different ballgame gabbing with your friends on the phone for a few hours, but sometimes you just want the company. I'm not really whining about being single...seriously, I'm just saying that the lonliness never goes away. Or does it?

Please, no more blind dates. I've got a lot to offer and I hope that those considering setting me up should realize I have high standards. A rich man would help my cause at the moment....is that shallow? LOL