last night i think i met and lost

the one that got away.

its one of those nights I hate.

second illustration for Diary of a Madman

s.stringer

My first photo montage illustration for Diary of a Madman

s. stringer

Dear insane woman who drives like no one else is on the road,

If you insist on driving in a manner that makes one question your sanity, jeopardizes many lives including your own and those of the small passengers you have in your car, and which infuriates other drivers... I would like to point out that it may not be in the best interest of your Christ that you adorn your terror vehicle with a big 'ol Jesus fish on the back. I'm pretty sure he's not one who would appreciate his character associated with that type of asinine behavior and probably wouldn't appreciate you feeding the fire of all those already at odds with him and his followers by having a big-ass advertisement of his name as all they can see while you are putting them through a near death experience. I would just like to ask you, what IS the purpose of putting the fish there? What statement is it you are making exactly? If you're wanting to send a message that Jesus kills and owns the road.. then by all means.. get the biggest Jesus fish you can find. Brilliant.

Thank you.

Perfume, Potager and Sgt Pepper

Back at Roots again. This place calms my spirit somehow. My blackberry-almond steamer is so perfect and is releasing enough happy endorphins to erase the rotten mood I was in from a bad morning of mounting frustrations resulting in my being late to class through no fault of my own. Well, getting lunch after class at Potager earlier on helped begin the path to more peace... and getting a text from my sister during that lunch with a picture of a ridiculously happy pug riding in the front seat of her car (who I get to finally meet soon.) Oh and the smell of some yummy Vera Wang Princess perfume I sprayed myself down with in Ulta. That makes me happy too. I wanted to buy some but settled for a few free squirts. Apparently my environment has an EXTREME impact on my thought processes and ability to maintain sanity. So glad I have my little happy corners of the world to hide away in.

why?

An old friend of mine I haven't talked to for years now committed suicide. I found out yesterday. She was a neighbor across the street from where I grew up. I used to annoyingly show up at her door as a frustrated kid who was looking for somewhere to be other than home. It was usually at the inconvenient hour of dinner time. She'd have just gotten home and would be making dinner for her and her boyfriend, she'd invite me in and I'd watch her cook, and talk to her about random things. Then she'd ask if I wanted to stay and watch TV with them. She was very kind and inviting to a clearly troubled and depressed kid. I can't help wondering what had gotten her so down on life, and sadly wishing it would have come full circle for her, that she would have had a listening ear and encourager around when she really needed one. Even though we lost touch when I moved away from home, and I haven't spoken to her in years, I can't shake the heaviness I feel.