been working on new theme graphics for celgene internal meeting. i'm all banged up after last night's drinking with my coworkers for one of the producers' birthday. so today is just spent nursing myself back to normalcy and tweaking these theme graphics and coming up with some more. the direction was to make it look like csi, but only use white, black, gray, and shades of blue.





i think they came out nicely. they still need some editing. especially since they don't know really what they are calling the thing. i was simply told to use the acronym, the terms spelled out, and colors and sort of look. i was also told "make it, like, you know, cinema noir." but i have no idea where that could work if they want it all csi like. oh wells.

i was looking at pictures of someone who isn't really my friend, but added me on facebook because we have a lot of the same friends, and it was him and his boyfriend. and while they were clearly projecting an idea of happiness, i hope to god i never end up like him.

that's all i've been doing. updating theme graphics that should have had the edits i gave them a while ago. i know how to explain it. i just don't want to.

anyway, been a while since i talked about subway tonight/awards. i posted developing the actual theme graphics. now we're developing templates for them:




and then there's subway tonight, which got changed into subway today:






yah. that's what i've been doing lately. they told me about this the end of the day monday...and i tried doing a lot, but i'm also doing reception shit. i don't think people quite understand how hard it is for me to execute their graphics and also, well, answer the phones. i feel as if lately my primary job has become graphics, and i'm picking up other people's slack. like, if there are any complaints about me at work, believe me, i'd have a bitch fit.

tyler is making bar-b-que, and i've never wanted him more than i do right now.

anyway, today i have brunch with my friend casey, whom i haven't seen in nearly three years. or is it nearing four? i'm not good with keeping up with my friends. it's really horrible, because i'm so involved with the person immediately in front of me or with me. the person captivating me at the moment is the person who gets all my attention. it's out of sight, out of mind, right? i hate that about myself. so, to avoid any chance for an awkward moment, because there's always that chance, i suggested brunch. with bottomless drinks. i'm getting greyhounds. i haven't done drunch in forever, and i need some fun.

then we are going to my hapa friend Gina's photo exhibition in the park. i forget where it is, so i have to write down the notes in my phone. ugh. i hate being poor. just so you know. poor with an expensive phone. poor because i buy too many vices and snapples.

so, i'm putting booze into the equation. a free art thing inthe park on this beautiful day. they're expecting scattered isolated storms, but that's 30% chance. which i don't mind. it means more humidity, and i've grown to really like this heat if i'm dressed appropriately.

i need to select my outfit. i better look amazingly hot. why? she's just my friend, whom i haven't seen in forever.

ok. jaime oliver making bar-b-que can just put it inside me already.

i actually had drinks with a friend's sister recently. my best friend from high school, actually, whom i didn't keep up with. but getting drinks with her sister was so much fun. she was always so feisty. it was good to reconnect with her.

so, hopefully, this will be good. i've had a rough week, and i need some fun.

and, afterwards, i can work out. i really want a relaxing night. just staying in, playing on my computer, working on my portfolio.

i'll keep this updated to see what i make. they'll just be roughs because i'll have to print them out and the go at them with a pencil.

i just got a text, shortening my food network tv watching. why? a man named ernesto has been wanting to get to know me better. before i met tim. which is great timing that he decided to reconnect, because...there are things i just need to forget that tim mentioned.

so unluckiest memorial day weekend ever. after returning this woman's purse, i ended up losing my debit card, which i shouldn't be using anyway. so, while it is an inconvenience, it is somewhat of a blessing in disguise.

but, i've been meeting new people, and have just gotten more creatively inspired. i'm starting to sketch again, and i want to get more things made for my portfolio. i've decided some of the things i've been holding onto when i need different categories (i love my izze stuff, but i love my cocaine ads much better, and that's two beverage categories. i was thinking of other products i like, like yankee candles or burt's bees. i already have sketches). i just need a website. and an actual blog. that kind of stuff.

i'm also even more determined to learn flash, now that i've seen what we're doing at our company. i just know i can make things cooler than what they're doing now, and i know that when i say "cooler" to them, they think "younger," but what i mean is "not lame." like, i know this is corporate, and these are old people. but they've seen lord of the rings or something with computer graphics, so where's the razzle dazzle in the things that these people do? are we not trying to constantly get people's attentions? or is their creative scope limited. the best things i ever see are the scenic, and that isn't really handled at this location.

but too tired right now. too tired. can't wait for this weekend. a high school friend is in town and i'll finally have some money.

savage grace:

what does that mean?

i went to bed bath and beyond yesterday. because i needed yankee candles and unnecessary shelves that don't really hold much, when i was looking at curtains. and this woman comes up to me, very pushy, and asks me to move out of her way. i turn to her and see her gorging on a half eaten, cone mutilated, scoop of ice cream (or perhaps two).

and the look on her face with the combination of her pushiness and chocolate smearing led me to say...

...ewwwwwww...

to her face.

no control. i have absolutely no self control.

i was on tastespotting. like i am everyday. and came across this.

it made me chuckle. which makes me ashamed.

speaking of feeling ashamed...

yesterday i was on the subway. and, i'll admit, i was feeling sexy good about myself. i had a nice outfit on showing just enough chest and blah blah blah. i looked good. but sleepy.

until i noticed this gay guy totes cruising me on the subway. i am not ignorant to the attention i receive, so, while sitting cross legged, he stood in front of me holding the hand railing.

he wasn't very attractive. had a beautiful blue shirt, tho. horrible jewelry for his piercings.

anywho.

i was feeling...teasing. so i "doze" and touch myself...not like, explicitly dirty. just touching my chest here and there. lifting my shirt to scratch my stomach. that kind of stuff.

the guy is glued. he just stares.

but i notice he's staring at my ankle, that is bare, with ankle high socks. so my foot was kind of showing.

once we get to his stop, i can tell that he's noticeably excited...lols...when he bends down to get his bag and...

...sniffs my foot...

...blatantly.

it was gross. i felt disgusting. but i was teasing the poor man.

cock teases never prosper.

so, i got a letter telling me i had two over draft charges. because they take the largest one and then the smallest ones. so they can charge multiple over draft fees. and i'm poor right now. like, really poor.

well, not really poor. you can't be poor if you live somewhat healthily having fun here and there. and you're happy.

but, still, a fee of sixty-four dollars? seriously? because i went over and got paid immediately afterwards? ridic.

so, i went to my bank, knowing what the problem was (my gym membership wasn't given money by my bank at the specific charge time. which is wonderful because, get this, the bank can then charge me. for not giving me my money in the first place.

but i know better than to get argumentative with the bank. makes them less likely to help you. and i knew right away that it was a lost cause to get my money bank.

but i underestimated the power of my beauty. you can see what i've got...

i gots my money back. and free over draft protection. hotness.

four roommates. one bathroom. this should be a situation for full house, but it's definitely not as funny. and with two of my roommates gone, you'd think that accessing the bathroom would be easier.

you'd be wrong, because the roommate left is the one who leaves for work earliest, but, since he showers for forty five minutes, you can count on waiting to take your morning poop until he's just about ready to leave.