Well! As I said before my our old computer crashed. We were computer-less for a little over a month. For me this was truly devastating, but for mother dearest this was life altering. Without a computer it would mean all numbers would have to be looked up in the phone book. All locations would have to hand located. All bank transaction would have to be done through either the actual bank of over the phone. Ect, ect. This was awful, but not the end of the world. Then in a sad attempt to work the car, I broke it, weeks later. This was simply horrifying. But luck would not hear a word of any of this. That weekend my grandmother sent us a check, as you know, which permitted us enough money to get this computer. Which is a HUGE help. Not to mention a wonderful source of entertainment.
But the story does not end here. Well, as of right now it does. Other than that things have slowed to crawl of normalcy. I’m not particularly holding out on any Oprah saves, or anything short of a miracle. I really just want to do something spectacular to not only have money coming in, but to make my voice heard. I so sick and tired have having so many thoughts on such important and unimportant things and knowing it wouldn’t even matter if I was a genius, because I am but a grain of sand in the never-ending beach that is this world. It’s so very depressing.
But I refused to live the rest of my life unnoticed. Mark my words one day I’ll have a voice that everyone wants to listen to. It’s not even that I want the fame or money, I just want to help people…because I really do have something, at least that I feel, could help people. I feel like I could do something worth while in my life time. I want to die knowing I’ll be remembered…for just being me. And My idol right now, thanks to my best friend Geegee, is Boy George. I aspire to be like him. And I don’t mean his outlandish choice of hair, make-up, and clothes. I mean the effect he had on the world. He stayed true to himself and reached the top just doing his own thing. And that’s what I aspire to do. Unlike Lady Gaga who’s famous to being a persona. She says she was always weird, but if you look at her early work, she might as well be Norah Jones as they put it. She created Lady Gaga, she wasn’t born it. Me…I’m me, and I always will be, no amount of fame will ever change that. 
She says she lives for glamor, but that impossible. She’s rich. Did you know Boy George lived in an abandon house for like years, and spent all his money on make-up, and clothes. That’s living for glamor. And i mean look, how offending of her to say her male equivalent is Boy George. He made a statement with his fame, she’s just being silly and looking for attention. Look at her in these photos. Perfectly normal…not to say I dislike her music. Just her persona. I’ll get off this subject…
The point is, we’re so caught up in what these people portray, we don’t take the time to know what’s the drive behind those appearances. There’s a million stories behind these brown eyes, but you wouldn’t know that unless you looked really close. Chances are you don’t know the pain a feel, or don’t feel on a daily basis.
And a lot of people around here don’t even care. In fact, a lot of people all over the world don’t care. That’s why my blog remains unnoticed. Well one day I’ll be noticed. I plan to make this true. There may be some dirt in my wounds but I’ll heal. I’ll show all those who doubted me, this isn’t all I’m worth…
More random photography.
In relevant news, Happy Father’s Day. RIP Papa. I’ll always love you…
