When the the going gets tough..

...the tough get going.

no...

When the going gets weird, the wierd turn pro.

No..

When the designer gets discouraged, the designer decides it's time for a re-brand.

Yep!

Went through, redesigned my resume, my referance sheet, my cover letter, and created some business cards today. Very high contrast, Very, well, very scary how much of a bold step out of crap they are.

Resume has been re-touched so as to illumanate my skills, and hide my education and age.
All pieces have a consitant look.

If nothing else, I prooved to myself I've still got it.

Now, for someone to pay me to do this on a regular basis...

- K.

Stupid day

Stupid insomnia
Stupid client
Stupid cat
Stupid car windows
Stupid rain
Stupid sleep dep
Stupid glass
Stupid foot

Good Shower
Good Burrito
Good CNN
Good Illustrator
Good Painkillers

- K.

Sometimes

Sometimes I just want to wallow in chocolate.

Or kick you repeatedly in the head.

Or both.

- K.

Found

Found this while cleaning my hard drive from a while ago... still relivant...

I can not hurt.
You made hurting trendy; you made hurting chic.
The more excuses you found to hurt, the more everyone else's became insignificant.
You made issues out of inconvieneces, and put to the shadows the very real problems of everyone else.
If I brought up that my shoulder ached, suddenly I got to hear all about your suddenly acute pains, in excruciating detail, and how they were so much worse than mine.
If I brought up any hurt, be it physical or emotional, you were there to criticize, embellish, and play your hand for sympathy.

I do not sympathize, not any more.

And I do not hurt.
Not publicly.
I do not feel pain.
I could list my non-existent injuries and how they don't hurt, ever. But that (was) only fodder.
The imagined lashing pain of always standing at arm's length.
The words, hot, scalding, menacing; or subtile, shrouded, stinging, do not effect me.

My pain (was) insignificant compared to yours.
So I (do not hurt.

Terrified to become the Trauma Queen you (were),
I say nothing,
and do not ache.

- K.