puffy ain't got nothin' on my arts . . .
Visited the High Museum of Art n' stuff today; the Andrew Wyeth: "memory and magic" exhibit was there. T'was okay. Not what most would say to be his finest pieces, but i liked em'; supposedly he had a mistress for many years which he did his best work on, all puns intended, is what the peanut gallery said. His landscapes and seascapes are wonderful, not worth the 30$ for one of those damn posters though. I wanted the one of the pennsylvania landscape; if that's the actual title i don't know. After making my way through the complex corridors of "sliding and trap doors" :\ i found the modern art section; AHHH! they had fucking andy warhol... i almost pissed myself. The prints of Marilyn Monroe and the complex color schemes were teh awesome. Not to mention they had some pieces of the glass bending/coloring/whatever; chihuly shit is what i call it, not saying it was actual chihuly, but compared to chihuly it was shit.
~~~the bus driver started to cry half way to hotlanta and almost passed out because traffic was so "bad", so i gave her a pat on the back and a booyah.
~~~the bus driver started to cry half way to hotlanta and almost passed out because traffic was so "bad", so i gave her a pat on the back and a booyah.