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Well, It's back to being dirt poor put life is good, I feal that there is an abundance in my life. In a way things are finaly working out right. So long as I can still eat and get the things I need it's kinda nice not having to worry about being fashionable or whatever. I dyed my hair too - blue and yellow. I should take a picture while it's still bright. I feal a lot more at home in my skin now, returning to my roots - ya know? the blond was getting to me, it's true.

I'm getting work done on my backpiece next week. there is so much space between sessions and it's expensive enough for me to start thinking about finding a cheeper (but no less qualified just less egoed) artist to start working on my sleave. Something about this new project makes me think that it will take a while for me to find the right artist and get a good clear picture of it in my head . . .

I was looking through old drawings last night. I used to be ok, ya know for never having taken a drawing class - and some of the pastells made me think of tinkering with painting . . . we'll see. I feal that there will be an explosion of una visual art soon.