点上下那？

ok! everythings sooooo great right now mostly is i'm pissed my room is this chaotic smorgasbord of my personality and interests. i'm finishing a bag collection to sell at Design Collective, it's half women half men, sort of a mix of clutches with handles and faux leather retro style.  i'm a bit afraid the retro leather is going to look outdated so i'm thinking about how to reinvision them but so far i like the results i have.

love? you ask? it comes and goes i don't predict it, it just cums when it does. i'm mostly concerned about developing an excellent collection and getting my design proposals out there. i'm continuing to push Nicollet Design to the forefront, but I want to brand my clothing line on its own, who knows!!!!!!!!

i'm pondering a move to chicago to kickstart my real estate career, that is unless somebody here wants to pay me $50k.  it's funny how i feel so fiercely devoted to each pursuit, one an artistic one, and another analytical.  they both seem to feed into each other some how, as if i can't have too much of either. and i know i am never satisfied with one thing.

he has my fucking screenname, maybe he really embarrassed himself but again, sad, that he could completely move on from even talking to me, that means its not worth worrying over

寫給人，你看可能無意思

"有問題。係米無人唔知我係邊㗎～O_O
錶演者 一百老公的婆 有沒有人告訴我
問個韓國女性寫play咩？又無請我做actor
開會幾多次 有我度無請參加
有個西人寫咗本書而明州的中國人又點該唔訪問我
剛剛話caam歷史之南京餐館的老闆walter 我個"great uncle"
似的我成日無關係，可能我係abc 非常唔理我的意見，家人遺產撈咗啦～～～
～ 啊華子“

而且

做prelude系係乜呢？ 人哋究竟要其他人就係你邊咗佢哋嘅prelude

Even when you're the most down you've been in a while, it's good to know friends are there to spin the attention back at them and make themselves seem worse off so that you feel twice as shitty.

I am tired of helicopters and news vans over the 35W bridge incident. I want everyone to know we will get through this and that we do not need Andersen Cooper pointing at mislabeled google maps to educate the world how 1/4 of our metro area will get to work on Monday. We do not need you to insult us by incorrectly talking about our neighborhoods or misunderstanding how this bridge connected our cities.

We have become the newest tourist attraction, the bad part is nobody stays around to buy our local coffee or local food or local products, they pack up in their SUV and go home in the suburbs, they go home to the place which generated the culture for highway bridges in the first place. Nobody really understands the irony of this incident or understands the history and context of what this bridge really is about. The bridge is a highway and it's purpose is to bring people 30-40 miles away from their garage to a downtown parking ramp. In 1960s, the highway ripped up two of Minneapolis' most historic and important neighborhoods into fractured pieces. When the bridge is rebuilt it will only serve to assist people in bypassing our most valuable housing and commercial stock. Minneapolis is a city that is worth preserving. Our housing stock from the early 20th century is elegance at its finest.

We are a river city, we travel across bridges everyday, perhaps 3 in one trip alone, this is our life. For those who have passed in this tragedy, we will all give them our sympathies and best wishes but they have perished for the worst form of negligence, pure quiet incompetence. How can you honor them then? Do you want to know how to honor Minnesotans? Go patron your local businesses and stay out of Starbucks. Walk down the street to the bus stop and take it to work. Bike around your city and by the riverbanks. Purchase your food from co-ops and local markets. Advocate for rail, sustainable practices, and environmental stewardship from your local leaders. Get to know your neighbor and keep your yard clean and plant flowers. Put money back into your government's coffers and direct your representatives to spend it wisely on our assets. These are the values of our state, our city, our people. This is how you can honor those who have died, by making your City even greater than ever and the best place to live in America.

I drove on 4th Street to get to work today. And the moment we crossed 35 everyone slowed and looked left. The highway jutted up clear as day as if an earthquake rumbled through. Only Minneapolis has no earthquakes.

I can't drive or bike down River Road to work anymore because it's under concrete slabs.  I can't walk or bike across the Stone Arch Bridge because it's closed. I can barely get across University because of the traffic jam leading out to 280.  My home has become detour town and I have decided to give up the car and just bike.

I cross bridges every day to go somewhere, it's not something that can ever be avoided.  We are a river city and forever will we be linked to this beautiful current of water.

Okay, I have been a bit of a recluse lately and trying to drink my love-sick away, I mean I guess it's addictive to feel this way, it's a great feeling, it's like being so connected to yourself inside. But I did make a pact to live life for myself and create the empire that is looming on the horizon. So finally I finished my bathroom painting! It's a nice blue and makes me all energized when I go in each morning. I've also finished matching the cups thanks to Target. I'm high style and my mom bitched me out for being high-style but I don't care! La la la, spend money!

I have like three website projects that I am seriously way behind on so I have to go in and deal with them. I also just started checking out office space, I guess I can seriously get a room for $200/month somewhere. It's not impossible. I love our real estate market because of it's serious oddities compared to the rest of the nation.  My plans to buy a house this Fall sort of scrapped because they changed the financing rules and my personal finances have been slowly coming around. 

I need to upstart my artistic endeavours again because my house has been lacking in it lately.  My garden is finally pretty much complete and i just have to finish the back. I have to trade in my car for something betta, maybe a 3 Series, mmmmmmmmmmm BMW 3 series!

Maybe I think when I call at least once to twice for three days that possibly, I would like a call back, just once, maybe it would be a 5 minute phone conversation and maybe that's all I need.  And maybe a few texts might even push the notion that I would like to chat.  Maybe I'm just crazy.