spent most of today making rubber-stamp prints with my little sisters, then, after they dried i stitched and bound each of their prints into books. i don't think they realized it was possible to "make" books. i made some cool prints; i'd scan them and shit, but i am in PENN-SYL-MA-VANIA still. trust me though, they look cool.
tonight i watched THE FEARLESS VAMPIRE KILLERS with The Pants and The Dooge, lots of fun, although, i'm sorta minutely allergic to certain cats and unbeknownst to myself and The Pants, i layed under the "cat blanket" at his house for the whole time i watched the movie, so i sneezed and coughed and had itchy eyes the whole fucking time. fucker.
i met my favorite cousin in a bar tonight and talked with her for a while. we both escaped. she moved to new mexico a few years back to teach special ed kids on an indian reservation (how is THAT for a challenge)? she is two years older than me. we had a great time talking about how fucked up our family is. her dad and our aunt (from the previous entry, the grandmother of the little girls i tattooed) haven't spoken in two years, since MY gramma (their mother) died. they are all totally nuts.
wednesday morning i have a free massage lined-up with The Pants' younger sister (i designed her logo and identity last christmas for the cost of free and was given a gift certificate for free massages "for the rest of my life" as an x-mas gift). rock!
tomorrow i'll have lunch with my favorite cousin (homemade capelleti soup
if you don't know what that is, you probably are not italian) and then i have a meeting with the scooter shop guy regarding the website and the possible franchise deal. we'll see. i'm in a "take-no-shit" mood with him and i am so excited with the possiblity of drawing for the next year, that i may just let him fuck-off and work more hours at the day job this year. we'll see. i sent him a serious, non-negotiable contract last week and he hasn't said anything about it yet, so its possible he is pretending that never happened. the contract is heavily-weighted to me, not him, as he fucked me so bad last year i would be an idiot to work with him again UNLESS i had a rock-solid, notarized contract.
there will be a lot of drawing this year. i know that for sure. A LOT OF DRAWING. i am going to work as hard on the aesthetic side of my work this year as i worked on marketing and business management last year.
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don't ya love it when a song is so fucking good it hurts, than you read the lyrics and somehow, that song is just THAT much better!!! sometimes, i think i want to file the paperwork to have my name changed legally to: Mr. Adicts Fucking Rule. if the english language were to be reduced to four words, they would have to be "The Adicts Fucking Rule."
i blasted the living shit out of one of their singles comps on the way up to my dads this afternoon. screaming "steamroller" and "how sad?" at the top of your lungs when shooting down the highway is awesome.
A boy loved a girl but the girl said No
She ran away with a handsome Gigolo
He loved her but they were through
So he fed himself to the lions at the zoo
Romeo and Juliet, a wierdo couple that I met
They had a little drink with a strange effect
Some mistakes you can't correct
Ain't it sad about the boys' and the girls'
Ain't it sad about the whole damn world
Love is a thing you can't control
When you're young or when you're old
And I don't play sympathetic parts
So you can keep your broken heart
The Adicts : "How Sad?"
tonight i watched THE FEARLESS VAMPIRE KILLERS with The Pants and The Dooge, lots of fun, although, i'm sorta minutely allergic to certain cats and unbeknownst to myself and The Pants, i layed under the "cat blanket" at his house for the whole time i watched the movie, so i sneezed and coughed and had itchy eyes the whole fucking time. fucker.
i met my favorite cousin in a bar tonight and talked with her for a while. we both escaped. she moved to new mexico a few years back to teach special ed kids on an indian reservation (how is THAT for a challenge)? she is two years older than me. we had a great time talking about how fucked up our family is. her dad and our aunt (from the previous entry, the grandmother of the little girls i tattooed) haven't spoken in two years, since MY gramma (their mother) died. they are all totally nuts.
wednesday morning i have a free massage lined-up with The Pants' younger sister (i designed her logo and identity last christmas for the cost of free and was given a gift certificate for free massages "for the rest of my life" as an x-mas gift). rock!
tomorrow i'll have lunch with my favorite cousin (homemade capelleti soup
if you don't know what that is, you probably are not italian) and then i have a meeting with the scooter shop guy regarding the website and the possible franchise deal. we'll see. i'm in a "take-no-shit" mood with him and i am so excited with the possiblity of drawing for the next year, that i may just let him fuck-off and work more hours at the day job this year. we'll see. i sent him a serious, non-negotiable contract last week and he hasn't said anything about it yet, so its possible he is pretending that never happened. the contract is heavily-weighted to me, not him, as he fucked me so bad last year i would be an idiot to work with him again UNLESS i had a rock-solid, notarized contract.
there will be a lot of drawing this year. i know that for sure. A LOT OF DRAWING. i am going to work as hard on the aesthetic side of my work this year as i worked on marketing and business management last year.
***
don't ya love it when a song is so fucking good it hurts, than you read the lyrics and somehow, that song is just THAT much better!!! sometimes, i think i want to file the paperwork to have my name changed legally to: Mr. Adicts Fucking Rule. if the english language were to be reduced to four words, they would have to be "The Adicts Fucking Rule."
i blasted the living shit out of one of their singles comps on the way up to my dads this afternoon. screaming "steamroller" and "how sad?" at the top of your lungs when shooting down the highway is awesome.
A boy loved a girl but the girl said No
She ran away with a handsome Gigolo
He loved her but they were through
So he fed himself to the lions at the zoo
Romeo and Juliet, a wierdo couple that I met
They had a little drink with a strange effect
Some mistakes you can't correct
Ain't it sad about the boys' and the girls'
Ain't it sad about the whole damn world
Love is a thing you can't control
When you're young or when you're old
And I don't play sympathetic parts
So you can keep your broken heart
The Adicts : "How Sad?"
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don't you be lettin' girls get you down, though. y'heard?