This morning i was all "grrrrrrrrr; i don't wanna get up and go to work." Then i got up to pee, realized it was saturday, and did a little happy dance. and went back to sleep and had creepy dreams. Ex-boyfriend dreams are always creepy, you wake up all like, 'doubleyou teeee efffff, i haven't seen/spoken to them in like, ferrrevveerrrrrr, what triggered them in the depths of my subconscious?' and then you're all like, 'aw, i miss them'. i don't think that ever goes away, i always remember happy times with people i've been intimately involved with...
The weather's been so nice that i've been sleeping with my windows open. it's 76 degrees. i bet the leaves are all changing colors up north. i might find out, soon enough....if i sell some art.
Last night i picked up a paintbrush smeared with oil paint for the first time in a very long while. I think it's safe to say that i'm leaving the stagnant place of my life that i've been stuck in for the past, um...year?
Tonight i get to go see Aesop Rock and then Paul Van Dyk.
Should be a happy goodtime.
OH NO! saddest thing ever: i just walked into my living room, where i had some paintings drying...and and and this little baby gecko that i already saved from his doom once, by chashing him out of the corner of the door where he would've been smooohed, was sitting in a spot of red oil paint. he was stuck. i thought he was dead. but i freed him with some murphy's oil soap, and he wiggled. but now he's just all hurt and almost deadlike, and it's so very sad.
The weather's been so nice that i've been sleeping with my windows open. it's 76 degrees. i bet the leaves are all changing colors up north. i might find out, soon enough....if i sell some art.
Last night i picked up a paintbrush smeared with oil paint for the first time in a very long while. I think it's safe to say that i'm leaving the stagnant place of my life that i've been stuck in for the past, um...year?
Tonight i get to go see Aesop Rock and then Paul Van Dyk.
Should be a happy goodtime.
OH NO! saddest thing ever: i just walked into my living room, where i had some paintings drying...and and and this little baby gecko that i already saved from his doom once, by chashing him out of the corner of the door where he would've been smooohed, was sitting in a spot of red oil paint. he was stuck. i thought he was dead. but i freed him with some murphy's oil soap, and he wiggled. but now he's just all hurt and almost deadlike, and it's so very sad.
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adelayde:
what a poor little lizard!
halfjack:
lucky!!!!