miserabelle

Fuck you spraymount. No, really.





I'm kind of in... intense inner rage mode at the moment, probably brought about by stresses and irritation. The main thing being the boy (how quickly I've gone from being in a lovely relationship with him to this ridiculousness).

As you know (or will know... momentarily, after reading this pointless bracketed segment) I go by the name i heart joan which I use for my illustration portfolio and any design work that I do that isn't related to uni, it's the name that I use to deal with clients because my name is b o r i n g. It's completely un-designer like, and we can't have that now, can we?

i heart joan is named after an amazing, beautiful, sweet singer-songwriter who I'm a big fan of. I mentioned her to the boy today, who immediately started spewing rubbish about his flatmate who works at the Glee Club in Birmingham. Ms. Flatmate was reportedly extremely unimpressed with Joan's attitude when she last played there and "didn't think much of her", which is fine, she's obviously allowed to have her own opinions and I'm not miffed with her in the slightest. But the boy kept going on and on about it, had it been me I probably wouldn't have said anything in the first place, and considering how much I like Joan I definitely wouldn't have kept talking about it, putting her down and generally being a complete shit. What's getting me is that I don't even think his flatmate worked at Glee the last time Joan played there, I'm not sure about it but I'm pretty convinced that it was way before she started.



I'm annoyed anyway about his complete thoughtlessness. Next time he talks endlessly about an anime I don't particularly care for I'll probably slate the animation, terrible voice acting and ridiculous amount of filler episodes.

Or I won't, because I actually take care not to trash the things that my friends hold dear.

xx

ps fuck you spraymount because it's irritating, and somehow all over one of my finished gloss prints that I handed in today