Ok....
Its been too long... and too stressful....
I shall attempt to inventory it for the entertainment of any who pay attention. Firstly, I moved into a new apartment for the summer a couple of days ago.... and next week I am meeting with the landlord for the place I am looking at for the fall. It'll be nice to have it lined up early.... however there is a month of overlap between the two places so I will have to pay out rent for two apartments in August *gulp* and find a one month subletter for one of them. To top it off I've been trapped in my new place all day because the front door mysteriously decided to quick functioning on day 2 of my stay and it'll be this evening before it is resolved. Fukken thing not only suddenly refuses to lock, but opens of its own accord everytime a breeze sweeps thru the building. In order to get tonight off work so I could look after it I had to agree to open the bar tommorrow morning, while already on schedule for tommorrow night.... so my shit poor Canada Day is going to consist of about 14 hours of consistent and steady hate at the 3 Amigos. Fukken cockroach trap...
In good news I have an art show coming up. For three weeks in August Boa Bar on St. Laurent will be mine. The work involved is ludicrous of course. Flyers, an interview for the Mirror, labels, consignment contract, shipping, guest list, lighting, a DJ (perhaps), the press kit... etc... I am already exhausted. And Motherfukkin adobe goddamn pdf designer doesn't seem to like the idea of images and its pissin me off that I'm so fukkin computer retarded ...sorry about the momentary spazz all...proceed... it is safe I assure you.
I'm also supposed to be doing the necessary research to start up merchandizing of my work, buy a dot ca, and set up online purchasing on the website...but of course I haven't even had the time to think about it much. Also I gotta phone every everybody out there and change my address now... I want a new fukkin job too as I can barely stomach being at that shithole I work at anymore... and I want to learn french by the end of the summer... and pick up representation at a new gallery... and start researching how to break into the european market via Berlins fetish scene... I haven't written anything for my book in fukkin ages... blah blah blah....and on it goes...hence the rediculous busy stress. I need to hire a secretary...or a life organizer or something. Or maybe getting laid would help. I don't fukkin know. I just focus on makin sure I'm still breathin at the end of the day and I don't drop my glass of Jack on the way.
And imagine I haven't even dropped one piece of verbiage on those loverly individuals at the student loans offices yet...who have stringing out my torture for far to long and have no intention of stopping. Whats the name of that 50 cent movie....Get Rich Or Die Tryin... thats about the gist of it these days folks.
Anyways, I keep tellin myself that all will sort itself out and in the end I'll be everything I wanna be. y'know why I believe that... cause I refuse to settle for any other possibilty. All will know my name before I am done. This I promise you...
Its been too long... and too stressful....
I shall attempt to inventory it for the entertainment of any who pay attention. Firstly, I moved into a new apartment for the summer a couple of days ago.... and next week I am meeting with the landlord for the place I am looking at for the fall. It'll be nice to have it lined up early.... however there is a month of overlap between the two places so I will have to pay out rent for two apartments in August *gulp* and find a one month subletter for one of them. To top it off I've been trapped in my new place all day because the front door mysteriously decided to quick functioning on day 2 of my stay and it'll be this evening before it is resolved. Fukken thing not only suddenly refuses to lock, but opens of its own accord everytime a breeze sweeps thru the building. In order to get tonight off work so I could look after it I had to agree to open the bar tommorrow morning, while already on schedule for tommorrow night.... so my shit poor Canada Day is going to consist of about 14 hours of consistent and steady hate at the 3 Amigos. Fukken cockroach trap...
In good news I have an art show coming up. For three weeks in August Boa Bar on St. Laurent will be mine. The work involved is ludicrous of course. Flyers, an interview for the Mirror, labels, consignment contract, shipping, guest list, lighting, a DJ (perhaps), the press kit... etc... I am already exhausted. And Motherfukkin adobe goddamn pdf designer doesn't seem to like the idea of images and its pissin me off that I'm so fukkin computer retarded ...sorry about the momentary spazz all...proceed... it is safe I assure you.
I'm also supposed to be doing the necessary research to start up merchandizing of my work, buy a dot ca, and set up online purchasing on the website...but of course I haven't even had the time to think about it much. Also I gotta phone every everybody out there and change my address now... I want a new fukkin job too as I can barely stomach being at that shithole I work at anymore... and I want to learn french by the end of the summer... and pick up representation at a new gallery... and start researching how to break into the european market via Berlins fetish scene... I haven't written anything for my book in fukkin ages... blah blah blah....and on it goes...hence the rediculous busy stress. I need to hire a secretary...or a life organizer or something. Or maybe getting laid would help. I don't fukkin know. I just focus on makin sure I'm still breathin at the end of the day and I don't drop my glass of Jack on the way.
And imagine I haven't even dropped one piece of verbiage on those loverly individuals at the student loans offices yet...who have stringing out my torture for far to long and have no intention of stopping. Whats the name of that 50 cent movie....Get Rich Or Die Tryin... thats about the gist of it these days folks.
Anyways, I keep tellin myself that all will sort itself out and in the end I'll be everything I wanna be. y'know why I believe that... cause I refuse to settle for any other possibilty. All will know my name before I am done. This I promise you...