Saturday, August 27, 2011

I wish I was the moon tonight.....

"Chimney falls and lovers blaze
Thought that I was young
Now I've freezing hands and bloodless veins
As numb as I've become

I'm so tired

Last night I dreamt I'd forgotten my name
'Cause I sold my soul but I woke just the same
I'm so lonely
I wish I was the moon tonight."

Markers and ink in Moleskine journal - (NFS)

"How will you know if you found me at last?
'Cause I'll be the one, be the one, be the one
With my heart in my lap

I'm so tired, I'm so tired
And I wish I was the moon tonight."

Saturday, August 20, 2011


They make me smile and always seem to arrive in the mail on days when I need them most.

Here's the latest batch of love sent to my P.O. Box by fellow bloggers!


The list includes:

-A magnet
-Greeting cards
-A handwritten letter
-And even a knitted rabbit!

I'm honored and humbled that people would take time out of their busy lives to send and create things for me.

I wish I could make something absolutely brilliant for each and every person in return but with working two jobs that's just not possible. But I WILL get to as many as I can.

So cute, Brody!!

If you'd like to join in on the excitement my address is as follows:

Dean Grey
P.O. Box 804602
Chicago, IL. 60680-4602

Thank you, everybody!

Your thoughtfulness doesn't go unnoticed!

Monday, August 15, 2011

Somehow, someday, somewhere.

Tragic love story, lives cut short, moving music, and lots of pirouettes!

I went to see the Broadway musical West Side Story this past weekend after work (by myself, naturally). All of the songs are stuck in my head but that's NOT a bad thing.

Even though I thoroughly enjoyed it, it made me wish my name was Maria and that some guy would want to marry me after a big rumble with rival gang members. Okay, you know what I mean.

So you'll have to forgive me, I'm all lovey-dovey at the moment.

*soft sigh*

"There's a place for us
A time and place for us
Hold my hand
And we're halfway there
Hold my hand
And I'll take you there

Thursday, August 11, 2011

Losing Thursdays.

I sold my artist's soul to the corporate devil but didn't know what else to do. I'm so desperate to be free that I'll endure hell to get to heaven.

Back in the springtime I was demoted to a cashier at the arts-and-crafts store I work for. Several weeks later, the girl who had taken my original position was "let go" and I was asked to "fill in" until the vacancy was filled.

I agreed and have been filling in for almost two months until officially getting my old job back a few weeks ago.


To keep the position the store manager said I'd have to give up Thursdays--the ONLY day I'm off from both of my jobs.

If I'm not working at one place I'll be at the other. I still may have one or possibly two Sundays off each month if both my work schedules match up but that's about it.

The only way for me to rent my own place and finally become independent from family is to keep both jobs so I consented to giving up Thursdays.

Thursdays were my one day to decompress, to sleep in late, to not think about work.

I'm afraid working every day is going to kill me....quite literally. And I'm not sure when I'll have time for my art anymore but I can't even think about that now.

Now if you'll excuse me, it's been a rough day at work and I need to go to bed to do it all over again tomorrow.

Sunday, August 7, 2011

I know I'm being a broken record but.....

.....I bought myself flowers
yet again after work today!

Light purple mums and daisies with mini-carnations in salmon and yellow for pops of color, all nestled in bright green foliage.

I close my eyes, inhale the fragrant blooms, and pretend they're from some AMAZING, talented, brilliant, and handsome man:

Me:. "Why you shouldn't have, honey."


Imaginary guy:. "You're a wonderful man, Dean, and deserve this and SO much more."

Me:. *blushes*

[We passionately kiss]

*drawn-out sigh*

It'll happen one of these days (or years)--I guess.

Hurry up imaginary guy and become real!