1. Had a few five Christmas cookies with my morning coffee.
2. Took a shower.
3. Upon getting dressed, realized my bloated-and-cranky jeans were snug. Except it’s not time for me to be bloated-and-cranky.
4. Next time I hit the kitchen, chose a grapefruit instead. Headed into the office to eat it while I checked FB and G+.
5. Took my bowl back to the kitchen.
6. Caved and ate another Christmas cookie.

That’s how I roll.

And if I keep it up, that’s how I’ll roll.

Down the hallway.

Well, it’s only been…

oh…

almost two years since I’ve done a Photoshop Phriday, so you’re about due, right?

Ok, overdue. Sheesh.

Actually, I just remembered that I did one more post for photo Bliss that I never cross posted over here, so tune in next week for that one.

Anyway!

I’m going to talk about composition. Of the photographic sort.

Or, rather, what I personally do to compose my images.

Which is probably wrong, so perhaps you should do the exact opposite of what I do.

No, I don’t have any inferiority issues, why do you ask?

Depression hurts. Bordeaux Cherry Chocolate Ice Cream With Chocolate Magic Shell on Top can help. Ask your doctor if Bordeaux Cherry Chocolate Ice Cream With Chocolate Magic Shell on Top could be right for you.

(Side effects may include: bigger stomach, bigger ass, those arm flab thingies that your gramma had, and the grande delusion that a couple endorphins brought on by a temporary sugar high can make up for a lifelong dopamine imbalance.)

I want to build a homeless shelter with a food pantry and a clothes closet.

I want to build a barn with a couple horses in it.

I want to build a photography studio.

I want to gut my kitchen/dining room and bathroom and build brand new.

Unfortunately, all I have to build with is a tote full of Legos.

Do you see me?

Are you sure?

Because I feel much, much bigger on the inside than I look like on the outside.

Like the wardrobe on Narnia? That has a back door that opens into a whole ‘nother secret world?

Yeah, I feel like that.

I filled out a job application last week. On paper? I suck hairy sweaty ass.

It’s just a job in a kitchen, but it’s a job.

I just know there’s someone out there willing to pay me a decent wage. I just haven’t found them yet.

I had an open house at the Chrome Horse tonight. Four people, two sales, one potential party. Had a very busy day getting ready for it. I’ll do it again, but next time I’ll send an email out in addition to the Facebook event. I forget some people don’t check their social media as often as I do. ;)