Just sometimes we want to be like her, if not every day, so here is a penny for your thoughts and doubts in the day to day. 

Moby - The Last Day (w/Skylar Grey)

And of course, actually making the Christmas list is going to take some major brainstorming sessions.

September favs playlist is significantly smaller than previous month’s due to... the world being thrown into chaos, lack of restful sleep, Mandoo’s (my not-so-little-but-little-cat) toxic waste, and the son-of-a-mudda who rear-ended me at a red light... but all seriousness aside, this month has been relatively crisis incident free. My students and my job at TheArtRoom have been great so far. Entering a new environment and trying to teach young students (aka get them used to the new teach) can be tough and I have gone through a couple bumps on the road, including losing a couple students... but on the flip side! I got some bomb arse nails, thanks @miniatureteeth. 

July has come and gone and September is here. Felt just like yesterday I was deafening the nearest person with my raucous bouts of new years cheers. And now I’m getting in to the festivities that the fall/winter season is known for. The month of July has been, well, for the lack of better words, irritatingly HOT. Crawling around in LA traffic is not okay in 100+ degree weather... especially for the next person who has to sit in that one chair at that one cafe where my sweat created a perfect impression of my derriere. All rear end talk aside, the past month found me (again...) at a part time cashier position at Zara (the new one at Glendale Galleria), then quitting my cashier position due to schedule overlaps with another part time job, as the new appointed art teacher at The ArtRoom, and in a predicament in which every day is ever so slightly mundane and slow. Purpose? Find purpose you say...? I have that, it’s just I need another victim that I can paint. One tends to get sick of doing self portraits (as narcissistic as I am). Oh and this diet (one-meal-a-day) and exercise I’ve started in the month of July is killing me... I swear, my fat screams every time I walk up the stairs or push on the gas pedal. Boo hoo ~ woe to be me and my nearly nonexistent muscles.

what a cutie ~

that post grad life.. so real

fyi: this Brooklyn trio also have a song titled 'Dreams' ;)