Heaven Only Knows, Cause I Don'T Understand, Won't You Tell Me Please, What's The Master Plan?...

A clutch I painted for my sister

Some nights you just need to listen to some vinyl. No cds. Not your iPod. Just some good records. Its good to take things back to a time when albums were a whole concept and it wasn't just about a bunch of singles that were all waiting their turn to be on TRL. It was all about the vinyl last night. It was about 70's rock and 80s pop and 90s angsty hip hop. I cleaned and thought and doodled listening to music. It felt like a cleansing of some sort. It gave me time to think about what I want. Its a given that I want to be successful but I usually confuse it with the material. Its funny, that now that I think about it- being sucessful would be as simple as having a large visible tattoo. Because if that happens, then I know I will be in a job that is creative (hopefully my own business) and a job that allows me personal freedom. And that my friends is my ultimate goal. Not to be rich- although that would be nice-but to have a job that allows me to travel outside of the office once and awhile and to have visible tattoos. Just two things. Is that too much to ask?