It's past 4am and I am still awake. the last 3 or so months have been NUTS. Just this past week I almost cracked up at work; the days don't get any shorter and the pay doesn't get any better; I must really love what I'm doing to be working all the damn time and making so little. Thank god for my art or stick a fork in me baby I'd be done.
My stomach hurts and I don't feel like eating which is highly unusual for me. This past week I had been so stressed I was consuming glutenous amounts of food I mean 5 meals a day plus snacks cuz for some reason I always keep wanting and can't get full. I even ate flesh for chrissakes which is not cool. Especially after reading Fast Food Nation I mean come on who reads something like that and gets a craving for McDonald's? Only this girl- I must be subconsciously punishing myself but I don't know why.
I have been majorly under the radar post-show cuz both my car window and my house window were gone; thus, i have been bunking at my family's and they live in the sprawling megalopolis that is Muskego, Wisconsin. The car window- really plexiglass- finally blew off in the wind after I broke into my own car for the upteenth time. I have a horrible horrible habit of locking my keys in there, hence, I have been reluctant to fix it. My house window shattered from the cold. I asked my landlord to fix it, and in true Pat fashion, he taped some saran wrap on it and called it good. And then he raised the rent on me. Oh, yeah.
I have the next 4 days off- I demanded it- and I seriously need to get my shit together. There is artwork EVERYWHERE every surface has got a print on it which is fabulous but needs to be taken care of. I am also turning into that weird lady with a thousand or so newspapers in her house- i need to scrapbook the tones of pix I produce for the paper. I would like to have some sort of drunken scrapbooking party because you see scrapbooking sounds so mind crushingly boring I must be drunk and preferrably have the company of friends to plow through it all.
Now I am going to look at more nekked chicks so see ya soon happy sg world and oh yeah if you live in the Mil Town and want some coffee-or beer for the tiny price of clipping newspapers - I am totally down. Needie; mando, esquire, hit me up, yo!!!
btw- The show was fantastic- we had a full house by about 8:30 which is AMAZING considering there was a straight up weather emergency. Didn't sell any more than I piece but that's okay- a picture of mine made the FRONT PAGE of the JOURNAL SENTINEL holy fucking shit I feel famous!
ps- edited to add this- if you want to see the models on trampolines that were featured so highly this past show, please turn your attention to the abstracts folder. Enjoy!!
My stomach hurts and I don't feel like eating which is highly unusual for me. This past week I had been so stressed I was consuming glutenous amounts of food I mean 5 meals a day plus snacks cuz for some reason I always keep wanting and can't get full. I even ate flesh for chrissakes which is not cool. Especially after reading Fast Food Nation I mean come on who reads something like that and gets a craving for McDonald's? Only this girl- I must be subconsciously punishing myself but I don't know why.
I have been majorly under the radar post-show cuz both my car window and my house window were gone; thus, i have been bunking at my family's and they live in the sprawling megalopolis that is Muskego, Wisconsin. The car window- really plexiglass- finally blew off in the wind after I broke into my own car for the upteenth time. I have a horrible horrible habit of locking my keys in there, hence, I have been reluctant to fix it. My house window shattered from the cold. I asked my landlord to fix it, and in true Pat fashion, he taped some saran wrap on it and called it good. And then he raised the rent on me. Oh, yeah.
I have the next 4 days off- I demanded it- and I seriously need to get my shit together. There is artwork EVERYWHERE every surface has got a print on it which is fabulous but needs to be taken care of. I am also turning into that weird lady with a thousand or so newspapers in her house- i need to scrapbook the tones of pix I produce for the paper. I would like to have some sort of drunken scrapbooking party because you see scrapbooking sounds so mind crushingly boring I must be drunk and preferrably have the company of friends to plow through it all.
Now I am going to look at more nekked chicks so see ya soon happy sg world and oh yeah if you live in the Mil Town and want some coffee-or beer for the tiny price of clipping newspapers - I am totally down. Needie; mando, esquire, hit me up, yo!!!
btw- The show was fantastic- we had a full house by about 8:30 which is AMAZING considering there was a straight up weather emergency. Didn't sell any more than I piece but that's okay- a picture of mine made the FRONT PAGE of the JOURNAL SENTINEL holy fucking shit I feel famous!
ps- edited to add this- if you want to see the models on trampolines that were featured so highly this past show, please turn your attention to the abstracts folder. Enjoy!!
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i wouldn't mind helping you scrap book. i can bring some drinks. or, since we have yet to actually meet...i dont work wednesday, so if you'd like to go out and get some coffee and chat that'd be cool. email me or post in my journal.
btw - you should let me do your hair
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