So... that Stats test that I didn't know I had... scored perfectly on it. Thank you, thank you. Sorry, I'm being a cock. Really, other than that, this last week's been kind of a bummer.
I kicked my friend Shawn off of this comic book he's been expecting to illustrate since before it was even really conceived. He's quite upset with me, but if I didn't feel it had to be done, I wouldn't have done it, damn it. I did what I felt caused the least amount of hard feeling in the long run. Ugh... I still feel like a bastard.
So now I'll be illustrating it. Ouch, this is going to take a while. I realize now that it can't happen any other way. I'm very possessive of this story, and especially of these characters. Also, the way I write, every aspect of how a character looks and moves is important. After all, everything you or I wear and every one of our mannerisms is significant. The way you smile has a story behind it. Alright, I'm a control freak. I admit it.
It's going to be a busy, busy week. I have finals to study for, and an art portfolio due (that I need to do a bunch of assignments for--I spent too much time on my personal projects). Ooh, but Harlan Ellison is coming to speak at my school tomorrow. Awesome!!
Johnny and I hung out for a good long time today. If we are spiritual twins, then I'm aching for some spiritual incest. But I guess some things just aren't meant to be. Wait a second, fuck that. I never give up that easily.
I forgot to mention something I'm happy about. Today I have reached nine months of sobriety off of heroin and everything else.
No matter how bad my days are now, they are never as bad as they used to be. Cleaning up hobo pee sucks, and my friend being upset and not talking to me sucks, and working retail sucks, and unrequited love sucks. Sure, all of that stuff sucks. But NONE OF IT sucks ANYTHING like waking up sweating and dope sick, with the psychological anguish that comes with it, with no money, no friends, and no life outside of the fix. Amen.
I kicked my friend Shawn off of this comic book he's been expecting to illustrate since before it was even really conceived. He's quite upset with me, but if I didn't feel it had to be done, I wouldn't have done it, damn it. I did what I felt caused the least amount of hard feeling in the long run. Ugh... I still feel like a bastard.
So now I'll be illustrating it. Ouch, this is going to take a while. I realize now that it can't happen any other way. I'm very possessive of this story, and especially of these characters. Also, the way I write, every aspect of how a character looks and moves is important. After all, everything you or I wear and every one of our mannerisms is significant. The way you smile has a story behind it. Alright, I'm a control freak. I admit it.
It's going to be a busy, busy week. I have finals to study for, and an art portfolio due (that I need to do a bunch of assignments for--I spent too much time on my personal projects). Ooh, but Harlan Ellison is coming to speak at my school tomorrow. Awesome!!
Johnny and I hung out for a good long time today. If we are spiritual twins, then I'm aching for some spiritual incest. But I guess some things just aren't meant to be. Wait a second, fuck that. I never give up that easily.
I forgot to mention something I'm happy about. Today I have reached nine months of sobriety off of heroin and everything else.
No matter how bad my days are now, they are never as bad as they used to be. Cleaning up hobo pee sucks, and my friend being upset and not talking to me sucks, and working retail sucks, and unrequited love sucks. Sure, all of that stuff sucks. But NONE OF IT sucks ANYTHING like waking up sweating and dope sick, with the psychological anguish that comes with it, with no money, no friends, and no life outside of the fix. Amen.