When I get critique I always start off with having this massive heart ache, like I've been personally attacked. I go around thinking, oh come on, this can't be that bad, why is this this bad?.. Then I go back to my work look at it from new perspectives and almost always find that there is something wrong, but not always that which was critiqued. Then I fix it, and thank the person or tell them they were right.

What bothers me in these moments is that opinions are like assholes, everyone has one. How do I know I am not being a push over? How do I know it's not personal taste, one likes, ones hates?

Fuck if I know, but I always come to the conclusion that the opinions of my peers matter.

Damn. I am in love with Florence.

I am currently in Tokyo expanding into the asian market. Very exciting, very exhausting.... Very Fun!

But boy oh boy, do I miss my boys.

I've been thinking a lot lately about what I want, and what makes me happy. I can't quite put my finger on it. The current combination is not quite right, there are many positives, but I am a bit too tired to enjoy things.

It should be renamed I think. All the people who comment are such trolls. I mean, even if you look at the likes and the numbers, you take anything you've ever loved and you read the thread and what you get is a bunch of disses.

I like the internet, I love it actually. I think it's a revolution, but if this is what it will end up being... Well then I dunno. How does this happen that such a large group of people feel it's worth their while to critique everything? Some of the stuff is stuff I watch with my 1 and a half year old. And I just am awed that so many people can dislike and insult harmless childrens content. I mean it was made for three year old's!!! What a waste of time. And worst of all, it definitely adds nothing to my life, it just pisses me off needlessly. I don't feel alive, it does not make my blood boil. It just depresses me. It's not that easy to begin with to keep being excited about every day, let alone to have to be accidentally bumping into the worst of human nature everyday in the interwebs.

I often feel like I am the least classy person at that joint, but I can't help going there again and again. The service is really great, (when it comes to drinks) and it's perfect if you love excellent food and you are not in a hurry. Which, I am never, if it comes to food.

But I cannot help feeling a bit like something the cat dragged in. This must have more to do with my undyed hair at the moment, and the haphazard outfit I threw on. That and the thing that got stuck between my teeth that I blatantly tried to dislodge while probably talking about something vulgar....

But no one minds, if you tip.

Don't kiss your honey
when your nose is runny,
you might think it's funny,
but it's snot.

How many of you people actually manage to stay resting and on sick leave as the doctor recommends? I have been sick from work since last Friday, but I have been a nurse to my toddler the whole time. Which is nothing like resting...

I don't even want to start telling you what Mr.Pants has been doing lately, lets just say there's no sleep till Brooklyn.

Is it normal? Do we all assume that adults don't really rest? Or is it just my household?

While my toddler is climbing over my lap, and grabbing my belly fat, (I think I've put on bit of sugar pounds from winter comfort eating) I try to write this. How do mothers and all parents out there do this? I am totally in awe once again at the fact that the world is over populated. I love this little munchkin, but this is no walk in the park. Work, toddler, illness, over worked husband.... House to be built... Totally on hold, btw. Or not happening. Dunno yet.-- Is it just me, or is the constant vigilance you need to have to keep your kid from hurting themselves or killing themselves like insane? If I don't watch him for a second he is hands deep in the kitty litter box or something.

Mom's sick and toddler is sick. But I am happy to report to you a mutual sense of annoyance with each other during our whole day stuck inside once again together. At the end of the day he was really trying to push all my buttons, while I tried to push a couple of his by ignoring his bad behavior. I felt like we were the same age, and THAT is probably not a good thing.

Makes me wonder though. I remember being like that as a kid too, pushing all my moms buttons for a reaction, as it was the only thing I could think of doing since I didn't realize I was just reacting to my sense of boredom or bad feelings. Do I still do it? Just more sophisticated now? Or have I grown up?

Do you guys remember?