HouseofHuss

I'm having a hard time finding a justification for the creative part of me. I sit down at my laptop, open it up, work on a project on photoshop only to think "to what end is this worth anything?" Other than self gratification it's hard to see. I guess I could be struggling with the more broad "life is absurd" philosophic stand point. In which case you could argue that I only feel that way because I point it out to myself that I feel that way and I am free to feel another way... My artist stays inside me, never free to escape. I keep her locked away, and that makes me a little sad. I think I do this because I know how vulnerable she is and I

I have been on a cleaning spree, a much over due spring cleaning spree. Can I say something? There is nothing more refreshing than walking into a room you are always working in to see that everything is in its respective place as it should be. It makes me feel pretty calmed. Also, I've purchased four new cd's. Well technically two, my boyfriend also bought two and I feel like they are as much mine as they are his since we share all our music. For some reason I've been stalling on buying Florence and the Machines. I wish I had bought the cd sooner, so I could know every song by now. The second is the newest Panic! at the Disco, totally worth t

It's almost 2 in the morning and I'm not even interested in going to sleep. I have so many other thing I could be doing right now. Like looking up a new way to color hair, or eyes, or ANYTHING. I'm addicted, but at least I think it's worth it. I need a snack.