2013 is just a few days away. 12 wasn't bad. a shit ton better than 11. and a fuck ton better than 10 was. i am sorta hoping that i keep with the up tick on the whole life thing.
my job is boring as missionary... my work load is nill, so i have to invent things to do. but at the same time, i don't really think anybody cares. its hard to try to convince people that they should hire me permanent when they don't give a fuck about their own jobs. it would be really nice if i had some sort of epiphany of what i wanted to do for a career and was actually qualified to do it.
the art is going along nicely.i took a few commissions before the holiday. a portrait of posion ivy and one of lux interior from the cramps. it was good money for christmas.
still chronically single. my grandparents will be married for 65 years next year. my grandmother doesn't have the best health and has come to a peace with her mortality. i feel like i am coming to a peace with my relationship mortality. i will be 37 next week and i have trouble seeing myself settling down. but i am not sure that i am equipped to be the eternal fuck buddy either. i think i have been on match.com now for over ten years... got some good friendships. some good hump sessions. a whole lot of remaining single.
anyway...
oh yeah, and i feel like the creepy old guy some days with the age of the models on here some days...
there. tangible update...