You dont miss a thing
Well, it's been a while since I even opened this thing. Time gets away with you over the Christmas New Year fiasco. Or it did for me. Between work and this little project I've got going on things got out of hand. I'm so damn glad I didn't have to run off to Alton for Christmas on top of it, that would have been too much.
I wound up spending Christmas with James' family in the end. A fine bunch of girls. How they put up with him, I have no idea. But it was nice. They were very welcoming, and James' younger sister let me in on a few secrets that might come in handy every now and again.
But yeah, as a whole it was good to kick back over a few days, before and after Dajve's party. Oh man.
Things are starting to pick up their pace again though. James bought me these for Christmas, the entire letters of Vincent Van Gogh and all I want to do is sit back and read the damn things, but he keeps dragging me off to look at new guitars, and then there's Dominique, who's been round TLC a few times now. Things are starting to pick up there again too. We had lunch with a buyer the other day which lead to somewhere interesting. I sold something a while ago and he's been keeping an eye out for more since and Dominique's keen to get me to work properly, so that's certainly going to keep me busy now. It's daunting, the idea that the stupid things I do to relax are being sold off to the highest bidder for stupid amounts and all sorts of malarky. If Dominique's plans all bear fruit I wont get a wink of sleep between about March and September. I dread the word commissions. He keeps saying it and it makes me want to push him in the closet.
But other than that, my life's not been too spectacular, revelations and promises and all that jazz only happen on the weekends, right?The important things are still important and there's plenty of new perspective and new rewards for the new year which is nice. New start. Anyway, most of you are busy enough being stars and adopting strays and getting hitched without telling anyone and making other people not tell anyone and every other amazing thing you lot do so I best be off, James is asleep and a morning like this needs something substantial to tide it over.
Dont do anything you wont regret posting on the internet, and if you do, you lot know my number.
I wound up spending Christmas with James' family in the end. A fine bunch of girls. How they put up with him, I have no idea. But it was nice. They were very welcoming, and James' younger sister let me in on a few secrets that might come in handy every now and again.
But yeah, as a whole it was good to kick back over a few days, before and after Dajve's party. Oh man.
Things are starting to pick up their pace again though. James bought me these for Christmas, the entire letters of Vincent Van Gogh and all I want to do is sit back and read the damn things, but he keeps dragging me off to look at new guitars, and then there's Dominique, who's been round TLC a few times now. Things are starting to pick up there again too. We had lunch with a buyer the other day which lead to somewhere interesting. I sold something a while ago and he's been keeping an eye out for more since and Dominique's keen to get me to work properly, so that's certainly going to keep me busy now. It's daunting, the idea that the stupid things I do to relax are being sold off to the highest bidder for stupid amounts and all sorts of malarky. If Dominique's plans all bear fruit I wont get a wink of sleep between about March and September. I dread the word commissions. He keeps saying it and it makes me want to push him in the closet.
But other than that, my life's not been too spectacular, revelations and promises and all that jazz only happen on the weekends, right?The important things are still important and there's plenty of new perspective and new rewards for the new year which is nice. New start. Anyway, most of you are busy enough being stars and adopting strays and getting hitched without telling anyone and making other people not tell anyone and every other amazing thing you lot do so I best be off, James is asleep and a morning like this needs something substantial to tide it over.
Dont do anything you wont regret posting on the internet, and if you do, you lot know my number.