pixietom

It is the 7th right. I'm trying to right a blog every other day. We'll see how that works out.

I need to draw. I'm so livid and cute today.

I was a Russian today and yesterday. My kick ass jacket and this adorable Jack Skellington hat made me a Russian. Needed some vodka to really complete the look. Yes I went there and I don't care. Try and stop. I should try and do pictures. Dropped my mother off at the airport today. Almost cried, but because my dad was there too.. I didn't. I'll cry later.

I keep repeating the same things I try not to do. Its almost wrong. I'm all hey, don't do this, you're just gonna get hurt. But do I listen to myself....? No, apparently that's overrated. I want a cappuccino, which means that something must be wrong with me... Lame. I need to even myself back out again. I need to stop jumping off the wagon I set for myself. Ic an't afford to think of a romance, whether it be bad or good.
So i repeat. I'm done with love, affection and all such things. Seriously. I'm gonna try not to do what I've been doing anymore.
I'm a little to battered to handle anymore heartache...

I have shit arts I need to colour. And try and get back to my sleeve design again...


Bleha