Because I felt like it.



S. Cavalcanti

For some reason I felt like writing.
I never write anymore, I'm not really sure why it is that I don't. Perhaps because I find people who must and do speak their mind whenever and wherever possible a little disturbing and obnoxious. But I'm not writing to speak my mind, I'm writing to write.
Last time I wrote I ended up ripping the pages out of my over sized black sketchbook with these heart felt words plastered throughout, out, and shipping them off via UPS to an EX who had inspired words which, at the time I thought were genuine, yet were based merely on a facade. I cared nothing for those words anymore and merely wanted them out of my possession and them out of site.
Now I find myself sitting at my laptop spilling out random thoughts that surge into my brain that somehow then find their way to the ends of my fingertips.
I feel like Carrie Bradshaw the curly headed cute petite girl with the fabulous wardrobe yet instead of some type of overpriced sugar filled cocktail at hand, I sip on the all Americano domestic fine brewed beverage of choice for the time: Bud Select.

That is all for now.
S. Cavalcanti

Cock Block it Drop it.

Hey laptop. you are a major piece of shit. Hey blogger. You are too. Both of ya'll are pieces of shit together. I found a super cool image I wanted to share with my friends and ya'll are totally cock blocking my sweet blog post right now and I really don't appreciate it. Get it together or you'll be replaced with a younger more beautiful version of yourself right?

S. Cavalcanti

Kitten works.

S. Cavalcanti

Inspiration

Words like this from people I love help keep me grounded, sane through the chaos, and reassured that I am living my life out the way I should be, the right way. I'm blessed to have such dynamic people in my life, and I am proud and glad to know some of these fantastic creatures feel the same way about me.
Thank you so much, you know who you are.

-"i would just like you to know...
i'm not sure ab what all has been going on in your life lately, but gossip through the grapevine combined w/ what i've seen a little through the site has made me need to say this:
you are the shit. i have thought this since day one. i love your curly, out of control locks, your vivacious personality, your curiosity for life. i admire you in more ways than you know, although i'm not very vocal about things like this, i am telling you now. & i'm not the only one who thinks these things about you. you're amazing. i look forward to getting online to see what new thing you're gonna do/say/draw/pierce. you inspire me. i hope, most of all, that you realize this about yourself. you are a stand-out kind of person & are a very interesting creature. i feel very fortunate to have been able to meet you & be your friend. you keep your head up, keep being you, keep going & doing & seeing & doing whatever the fuck it is that makes you you, bc that's what makes us love you so very, very much."

S. Cavalcanti

Hey, retard!

Growing up, people tend to be embarassed of their families, or of what they think their families do that is embarassing. For instance, my mom used to stockpile trash in her car and make me throw it away the instant I thought I was going to be cool when I would go to the movies with friends or to the mall. "Hey," she'd say, "grab this trash & throw it away on your way in." I would be horrified and embarassed.
But really, who the hell cares? why do we care so much what others think? Is that not just part of growing up, to try to find yourself and embrace who YOU are?
We mock each other, belittle each other, and call each other names. But who is it that's our REAL target? Could it be that we're taking our anger and agression for our internal flaws out on others?
Some people say that after 25, it's all downhill. Well, I'm approaching 25 this year, and I couldn't be happier about it. I'm even developing crow's feet, which I think are like scars, battle wounds that show I've been happy & have enjoyed my life.
What am I getting at w/ all this mumbo jumbo, you ask? Well, I think that the old saying "With age comes wisdom" is very true, but in what sense? Since I have come to believe in life & afterlife & lives, as in plural, I think that we do learn (from ALL of the LIVES). Some of the most important life lessons can be learned from people that we even take forgranted, people whose lives are made a mockery and "disabilities" we use to insult others. ie-calling someone a retard. These people, the ones with "disabilities" have much more to offer than you could ever imagine. They are so far ahead of us in terms of life lessons that you would be too "retarded" to even comprehend. Take note of them. Appreciate them. Most importantly, learn FROM THEM. You'd be surprised at what all you discover.

Photo: Me w/ my cousin, Larry, who is mentally retarded, but more so, my biggest inspiration.

This Scares Me

Has anyone else seen this? It freaks me the hell out.




http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=YnzminW4zeU