sugarpill

Nothing feels good like buying a bunch of cool cds, getting home and turning them up real loud.

I want to turn my living room into a lounge. You know, low lights, smooth surfaces, barware, no tv.

rant [i was in the "dragon buffet" the other night picking up dinner. i have never seen so many obese people in one place, ever, in my life....
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I'm starting some new things. Things I'm excited about. It feels really good to be doing new things and no one knows about them. Like moving on. Like getting on with one's life.

I hate this town. I went to Michael's, which is the closest thing to an art supply store here, and they didn't have anything I was looking for. I went to OfficeMax and they didn't have the storage device I was looking for.

But it's snowing now. We're supposed to get 3 to 5 inches. Snowshoeing tomorrow in Vischer Ferry. Have so many things to...
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I stripped down my webpage. I'm not calling it a sketchblog anymore. You cannot comment on anything. It doesn't log traffic. It's nice. I can just forget about it because it's almost not there, and it's no longer a source of disappointment. Instead, I can think about what I actually want to be drawing.

Ever since I finished reading She Comes First I feel an...
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I finished She Comes First- can you say "pressure?" I went hiking alone, I took pictures, I made a snowman with no face. The New Year's Thing was cool- the wassail was good, the wine was flowing, we played chess, watched Blazing Saddles, and nobody wanted to stay for pancakes and bacon in the morning.

I don't want to read anything this week. I...
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I started reading Dr. Kerner's She Comes First. I have wanted to read it for a few months now, and with all the xmas cheer I was able to get it for free.

Today we're supposed to go to a ~4 mile trail and go hiking. I'm planning to bring my camera. I'd like to make a snowman. I really want to have some...
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I'm so sexually frustrated I cannot draw a sexy figure to save my life. Does that qualify as irony?

It's nice to be able to go to the place I grew up and not see any of the people who made my time there miserable.

I had a GREAT Birthday weekend. Thanks to everybody who wished me well.

I'll try to give you a quick breakdown. Friday: margaritas and synthpop, the Machinist (which is good, btw). Saturday: could not sleep late, pancakes, a skull in a box, nap, sexx, friends, vietnamese, Closer (also good), Italian rum cake and wine. Sunday: special birthday breakfast, long walk in the woods, caught in...
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