Yay – my blog is back!
I think …?
Let me try posting a photo –
Did it work?
Can you see it?
I spent yesterday cleaning house, where "house" means my laptop and "cleaning" means deleting and moving files.
As you can imagine, I have a lot of photos. I'm also a music junkie which means more files. I keep crashing my laptop by attempting to put too much on it. (Also, it's three years old and the average lifespan of a laptop is two years. I'm on borrowed time and I think it's tired of me using and abusing it so much.)
I bought, yet another, external hard drive yesterday and spent a good chunk of the day moving files, etc.
If any of you would like to buy me a Drobo, I could really use one. (A drobo is a file storage device, in case you aren't familiar with it.)
I've had a lot of adventures lately.
For today, I will share the following:
• When someone hugs you from behind (unaware you're damaged and disabled), they might rip your injured arm right out of your body and leave it on the ground. At the time, you will do your best not to scream in pain. You will try to act normal even though the sensation is similar to being shredded alive with knives. (Not to mention, you no longer have an arm!) Then you might walk around out of your fucking mind in pain for a few days to follow.
• If you're interested in photography, and ever have an opportunity to learn from Scott Kelby, you should. The man is not only a master of his craft, but also highly entertaining.
• There were models at the photography seminar I went to. One extremely hot male model was named Alvin. Yes, ALVIN – like the chipmunk. He was so drool-worthy, I could forget his chipmunk-y name in a millisecond if only I could jump his bones meet him. (Alvin, who?)
• Did I just say type that?
• Alvin took his shirt off, but I hardly remember that part.
• Venice Beach has medicinal marijuana shops everywhere and they're dirty and sketchy looking.
• Orange County has a "famous" doctor, located in a very exclusive neighborhood, who will be happy to give you a medical marijuana license for more than twice the cost of the Venice Beach doctors.
• I've encountered "Hollywood" celebrities my entire life and they mean nothing to me. Nothing. On the other hand, when Thomas Hawk marks one of my photos with a + or leaves me a comment saying something positive about a shot I took, it can turn a bad day into a good one. And when Scott Kelby sends me a private message on Google Plus? I positively swoon …
Who knew I was so easy?
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