#01 Work space.

I will include a picture at a later time. (It's just too dark at the moment, and I'm not in my usual work space.)

Anywhere I go it's usually my Mac PowerBook G4 (yeah, it's ancient but it gets everything done), my journal/notebook, three different writing utensils (a black pen, a mechanical pencil, a sharpie), my cell phone tethered to the laptop to charge, random pieces of paper where I've written down notes or ideas for something, a bottle of water, some form of a snack (usually my pre-made snack bags...I get cranky if I don't eat regularly), and some source of music.

This could be on a bed, at a coffee shop table, at my actual desk, in the garage office, outside on the patio, or at the beach. The arrangement stays pretty much the same. I'm a creature of habit and comfort and I'm a cancer, so I nest lol

I'm surprisingly organized....to the point of OCD. :)

#02 The best part of my day.

Whatever day it may be, night time is the best part of my day. Between the hours of 9pm and 3am. I get so much done in those hours. It's where my brain is most relaxed and when all my creative juices seem to flow.

Being single makes this time really focused on completing projects, writing, and just spending time with myself in complete peace and quiet.

If I'm in a relationship, it's when I get the most quality time in with that person. I like one on one time.

#03 Something I refuse to do.

There are a few hypothetical things I would refuse to do like hurt animals. I would rather cut my own legs off than knowingly hurt an animal.

I also refuse to lower my standards for people in order to "settle" for something. If something isn't up to par, I just move along.

I absolutely will not clip a pet's nails. I just can't do it. I get anxiety just thinking about it! I have no idea why, I just can't.

I will not lie. I've been in some pretty serious situations where telling a lie would have saved some heartache and anger, but I refuse to lie to make shit easy. It's not really easy, so why pretend it is. So if you ask me if those jeans make you look fat, I will tell you they do. Don't get mad, just change your pants :)

I will never leave a friend or a family member helpless. I refuse to stand and do nothing when there is something I can do about it.

I refuse to do drugs. It's just not for me. I can't seem to relinquish control long enough to try any drug. I'd rather see life through the fucked up glasses that are clear.

That's enough for now ;)

#04 Last book read.

I'm saddened to say that the last pages I've read were that of a textbook.

Although very useful and insightful, I miss reading a REAL book with a REAL story.

The last real book I briefly scanned was called "The Last Real Slut"....a story about a groupie for all of the music industry. Once my best friend finishes it, I'll be all over it.

I'm also slightly obsessed with medical books and books on anatomy. You won't find magazines in my bathroom, you'll find Merck's Medical Encyclopedia....I kid you not.

#05 Meaning behind my blog name.

My screen name comes from a nickname I got a few years back by a friend who made me laugh like nobody else I know.

One night I was working late  in a music studio, wiring, stuck between a wall and a deck of equipment, my phone buzzed with a text from my friend Will saying "good night Angel Poop."

I almost lost the content of my bladder laughing at that.

The next morning I asked him what the hell happened and why he called me that.

 He explained that it was the perfect description of me. I was a turd...but one from an angel...so how could anyone really be mad at me lol

I suppose he was right. I am a turd. A sparkly, fresh and heavenly smelling turd. The kind you keep in your pocket.

Two years after he gave me that nickname, another person (completely oblivious to the nickname) called me angel dust poop....

I'm destined to be some sort of angelic fecal matter *shrug*

It fits.

As far as the name of the blog: It's a play on words. Not only is this blog pieces of my life on a daily basis, but it is also my life in pieces...tiny, shattered pieces. Because when I started this blog, my life was crushed and I've slowly picked up pieces through writing and have been gluing it back to make a bigger picture.

#06 Talent you wish you had.

I suppose it's not a talent per se...I wish I had patience.

Real patience. Not forced patience where I crawl up walls and wish I could sell a kidney to make things go faster.

I just can't wait....for anything.

Like the microwave to finish any amount of time I set on it...or a toaster....or being on hold...

I'm an instant gratification kind of person.

So ya, patience would be a talent for me.

Recon it's something I can practice my way into?

#07 A photo without makeup.

 

I don't wear much makeup as it is, but this is sans a drop of foundation or mascara.