I have a long talk with my dad last night about my career.
at one point I even started crying, uncontrollably, when I struggled to get out the words "all I need from you, is to believe in me"
I get dressed, and have dinner at a friends house.
sleep there for about 4 hours.
leave at 6 am without waking her.
make some eggs. anyway I'll get to the point
After shaving off my handle bar Mustache at 7am this morning I get an E-mail.

It's from a fashion magazine in Spain.
They loved one of 3 series I sent them,
AND THEY'RE FUCKING PUBLISHING IT IN THE NEXT ISSUE!!!!!!!!!!!
first thing published EVER!!!!

I felt kinda like will smith in the pursuit of happiness
but obviously not as much. I mean.. he slept in a subway bathroom with his little boy.
I kinda feel like a huge pussy next to him.

Anyway, I immediately go to starbucks to get a ...
why didn't live journal just let me type Starbucks without capitalizing it?
that red dotted line under certain words can be pretty condescending sometimes.

anyway, the second I walk in I see Kyle Gas from Tenacious D at the end of the room looking me straight in the face!
just as this is happening the Sigur Ros song from life aquatic (when they find the jaguar shark in the end) fades in over the STARBUCKS speaker system. we even stood feet to feet putting cream in our coffee. I kinda feel like we really bonded.

my morning, nay.. LIFE! my friends.. is complete.