:Put it in a bubble, and then blow it away:

Dear man behind bejeweled blitz,

your voice…

and how we meet in stolen moments, in between phone calls, right when i come home, right when i wake up.

you are like a convenient lover for a grown busy woman. no strings attached. no expectations. allowing me to do what i got to and when i need it you are there.

or more so, you are my drug dealer having me fiendin’ for something i don’t need. sometimes i play and forget to eat or miss a deadline or get to bed later than i really intend to.

and i love it when you validate me with a “spetacular!”

but let’s face it. it’s NEVER  one minute. NEVER.

i’m walking away from you. but not for good.

alfie

i need to get over the fact that i am not at work to personalize you the way that i want. i feel an itching annoyance that you are not indicative of me as a designer.

and i fully realize that i don’t know what the fuck that means.

because right now, i am working at a non-profit for hollywood writers.

and i am not designing full-time right now.

but i guess that is okay. because it is all about the writing…

right?