judypatricia

While speaking with Choke, tonight, I realized that I really miss drawing people. And every now-and-then, I'll get an urge to run out and buy matte boards, and maybe even frames, to put my old drawings and portraits in, and hang some up. That's only something I'd do if I lived alone, however. I wish I knew why I'm like that; I kind of hate that my relatives know I can draw, and that they think I'm a waste of talent because I don't...but being around them and knowing they expect it of me, and think I want to make art a career, just sucked all enjoyment out of it.

(Did I ever tell any of you that I don't know how to ride a bike?)

There's a picture of me someplace, taken when I was a toddler, of me eating a donut off of the little table-top of my high-chair, making a scunchy face and holding my hands up, because I didn't want to actually hold that donut, and get all sticky.

My thoughts snowball a lot. Sorry.

Speaking of snowball....Once when I was about three, this girl that I was "friends" with, who is slightly older than I am, chucked a snowball at my face and made me cry. It was one of those snowballs packed tightly with an outer layer of ice. That bitch. Her name's Siobhan, and she sucked.

My father and his very personable wife, are leaving for the Bahamas tomorrow morning, for about a week. So I went for pizza with him, after I got out of work tonight, and then we stopped for coffee and muffins at Dunkin' Donuts.



Here're a couple more.





PS: Happy birthday, dechristianize.