love is the ultimate outlaw. it just won't adhere to any rules. the most any of us can do is to sign on as its accomplice. instead of vowing to honor and obey, maybe we should swear to aid and abet. that would mean that security is out of the question. the words "make" and "stay" become inappropriate. my love for you has no strings attached...

i love you for free.

thanksgiving and my ten year high school reunion.

it's official.

my roommate and i have officially joined design forces. we have our first paying gig, an off broadway show. this involves all marketing collateral. we will meld our two styles together to create amazing works of public art for the world to see. there are a few other jobs pending in the wings, but before we solidly land those, i will be taking some web design classes at NYU in the spring. this will help us greatly to be able to offer web work as well as print. i'm even down with the idea of doing wedding invitations too, because lets be serious how many people get married a month here probably 2390482390438. sooo, at around $1500-$2000 a set that would generate some serious cash flow.

my personal goal by the end of next year is to generate enough steady clients to quit my job once and for all and do what i was meant to do here in new york...

be somebody.

carlsson's 27th birthday.

i think it needs to be turned up.

what to say, what to say. i don't know what to say.

my brain feels tired.

my eyes burn all the time, too bad i'm scared of eye drops. i'm standing still in a city that is constantly moving. that's pretty ridiculous if you ask me. let's change that, self. i need to go see more live music, live art, meet more people hear their stories. i need to get inspired.

my horoscope has been dumb for 13390482304983209 days now. quit it stars and planets! align your asses correctly and tell me something i actually want to hear. ha! that was funny. that made me laugh. this is complete nonsense and these are my exact thoughts right now. i need to take a shower my hair is a bit out of sorts. i want an new hair style, i've become obsessed with boots but only own one pair. that's weird. to be obsessed with something you don't actually own a lot of.

my right eye is in fact twitching. i think it's time to fill my mind with some nightly kafka. ha! great "light reading choice before bed aimee", says my inner voice. inner voice, also very funny to me but not so much in text.

i hope the dream i had last night revisits, because i have a lot of questions for it.

wow i'm a crazy person. i can see why i never really put text on here. actually, there are 23094823094 things i want to say, buuuut, weird brain thoughts are much more interesting.

oh one more thing, best movie quote ever:

"What am I doing? I don't know what I'm doing. I'm doing the best that I can. I know that's all I can ask of myself. Is that good enough? Is my work doing any good? Is anybody paying attention? Is it hopeless to try and change things? The African guy is a sign, right? Because if he isn't than nothing in this world makes any sense to me; I'm fucked. Maybe I should quit. Don't quit. Maybe I should just fucking quit. Don't fucking quit. Just, I don't know what the fuck I'm supposed to do anymore. Fucker. Fuck. Shit."

halloween.

who shot rock n' roll photo exhibit opening at the brooklyn museum with blondie.