And All Of A Sudden I Miss Everyone

If you hadn't noticed, i have spent a large amount of my life drawing bedroom scenes. I used to thrive on the sexiness and mystery that i could get out of drawing them...but anymore, the only feeling i can evoke out of it is loneliness. My bedroom is a room i try not to go into unless i am about to fall asleep...i try not to even think about it for the most part. The pillow next to mine is only there these days to hold a book and cigarettes.

I have spent the last week reupholstering a lot of my furniture. I redid two of my chairs in black vinyl, and now have spent the last three days reconditioning, and redying the leather of my Eames lounger. And now i reworked the mechanics so you don't feel like you are going to die when you sit down in it. Now, i am just waiting for my leather patching kit to arrive in the mail, and we are good to go:

I had totally forgotten how much i like sewing heavy fabrics and dying leather. I spent a chunk of art school at a sewing machine, or with grey hands....i cant really even remember the last time i even attempted it (i think the last time was redying my ex-girlfriends boots a few years ago). It is such a great feeling to bring something back to life...something there...something solid. Such a different feeling than scribbling on pieces of paper.

I am more than half-way through The Road, and quite honestly it may be ruining my life but i am loving ever minute of it. I compared it to a friend the other day...of coming out of a dark theater to a bright parking lot and being amazed that the world still exists outside that theater. This is how i feel every time i put the book down. I don't know what the fuck Oprah was thinking.

I have become completely entranced with Facebook. It relieves all my Myspace woes, and trust me...there were a lot of them. In a matter of a few days, i have been frighteningly reunited with people i would have never thought i would hear from again. It's like being given another chance.

My birthday is on Thursday. it will be the first birthday in my entire life that i don't wake up to someone wishing me a happy birthday. There has been talk of a party. There has been talk of all sorts of things....but really,. i just want to get it over with. I keep thinking about turning 24, and all i can think is "that's it? aren't i older yet?".

I was supposed to go to Chinatown with Sharlene and buy computer parts and a switch blade, but thats apparently not going to happen. Instead I think i'm just going to oil leather.

ps: roomba, please fulfill my automated fantasies of cleanliness.