Things are never as bad as they seem at the beginning. It will always work out or you will soon have a much needed epiphany that tells you things are better because of it. Work your problems out in your mind, think it all through, but don't stress over it because in the end it makes you who you are.
I got a call back from the job interview I was talking about. I now have a second job interview Tuesday. That means I'm in there. Believe me. So now I will have medical insurance, 401k, and a salary that's more than comfortable. This makes me VERY happy.
And after you're real drunk, maybe go down to the public park and stagger around and ask people for money, and then lay down and go to sleep.
You know what's a million times better than any drug? Love, Happiness, and some crazy good sex. Trust me.
I need to buy some batteries to put in my digital camera in order to take pictures of the stuff I've been painting. Then. I will show you all.
So, my 21st birthday is coming in less than a month. That means I can drink til I'm insane. Which, I probably won't do because I'm not a big drinker. BUT, if I wanted to, I could.
I hung out with a good friend of mine, Dustin, yesterday. I don't get to see him much because he's always on tour. I guess his band may be playing on Leno sometime and he wants me to paint the front of his bass drum with an original painting by yours truely. That means my art will be on television. I'm extremely excited about that. Their website is down, aparently (I tried getting on there just now... no luck). But you can read about them here: Two Cow Garage
If you get invited to your first orgy, don't just show up nude. That's a common mistake. You have to let nudity "happen."
I hung out with Nevin all of today. It was nice. We went out to eat. I bought some oil paints, more brushes, and a book by C. G. Jung. He got some drawing pencils, a new sketch pad, and a philosophy book (I can't remember the name of it). Then we watched Family Guy. It was a very good day today.
Recently I noticed the street lights have a strange glow to them. They now look like something Van Gogh would paint. I told my best friend, Abbey, about it but she couldn't see it. So now, I'm convinced that Vincent's soul is inhabiting my body right now. I must not waste this time with him. Who knows how long he'll stick around. Thus, I must go paint.
The face of a child can say it all, especially the mouth part of the face.
I got a call back from the job interview I was talking about. I now have a second job interview Tuesday. That means I'm in there. Believe me. So now I will have medical insurance, 401k, and a salary that's more than comfortable. This makes me VERY happy.
And after you're real drunk, maybe go down to the public park and stagger around and ask people for money, and then lay down and go to sleep.
You know what's a million times better than any drug? Love, Happiness, and some crazy good sex. Trust me.
I need to buy some batteries to put in my digital camera in order to take pictures of the stuff I've been painting. Then. I will show you all.
So, my 21st birthday is coming in less than a month. That means I can drink til I'm insane. Which, I probably won't do because I'm not a big drinker. BUT, if I wanted to, I could.
I hung out with a good friend of mine, Dustin, yesterday. I don't get to see him much because he's always on tour. I guess his band may be playing on Leno sometime and he wants me to paint the front of his bass drum with an original painting by yours truely. That means my art will be on television. I'm extremely excited about that. Their website is down, aparently (I tried getting on there just now... no luck). But you can read about them here: Two Cow Garage
If you get invited to your first orgy, don't just show up nude. That's a common mistake. You have to let nudity "happen."
I hung out with Nevin all of today. It was nice. We went out to eat. I bought some oil paints, more brushes, and a book by C. G. Jung. He got some drawing pencils, a new sketch pad, and a philosophy book (I can't remember the name of it). Then we watched Family Guy. It was a very good day today.
Recently I noticed the street lights have a strange glow to them. They now look like something Van Gogh would paint. I told my best friend, Abbey, about it but she couldn't see it. So now, I'm convinced that Vincent's soul is inhabiting my body right now. I must not waste this time with him. Who knows how long he'll stick around. Thus, I must go paint.
The face of a child can say it all, especially the mouth part of the face.
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unless it's a wax ear that you glued to your forehead
*Runs away*