Well, at least now I don't have to worry about lack of insperation
Went for a drive yesterday with Rick, It was such a beautiful night. Clean, fresh, the moon was brilliant, the streets were quiet. What a perfect night to take some pics. Unfortunately, Rick forgot his camera. So we went to my studio to just hang out like we always do. There was a nice note on my studio door. They're kicking me out of my studio today, or at least they're notifying me that I only have ten days left. WHAT? Why? That's pretty much the only thing I have, why take it away? I've been paying on time and following all their endlessly growing rules. This truly sucks, seems like can't have anything/one. Just another door I come across getting closed in my face. I want to punch something. I want to break something. I want to cry (Not really). I want to burn there stuff. I want hate them. I want to be somewhere else. But I can't. I'm not violent, hateful, petty, or a pyro. I wish I was. I don't ask for much. I'm not greedy. I'm not a bad person. These little flicks are enough to drive me mad. I don't know what to do now when that pressure, that.....build up, gets to me? I'm a little angry, a little sad. I feel guilty though. Extremely guilty. I shouldn't let this get to me. Rick is going through something soo much worse that this should be so utterly and completely insignificant. It shouldn't affect me at all, not at all. Yet it is. I hate this. I guess it's the unfairness of it that bothers me most. I'd rather have my studio then ummm I don't know....my dick, I actually use my studio. I'd rather have my studio then my say, my heart. I'm tired of feeling alone when I'm constantly around people. Hahah, yeah, now I'm being overly dramatic and I'm only joking (kindasorta). It was only a building, a place, a room, meaningless little box that I occupied for almost three years now. But it was kind of an extension of myself. It was a rare place were I felt I belonged::sigh:: Some great times were had there. Hmmmmhaha......fuck me............................I felt more at home there then at here at home...................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................:::SIGH::: oh well, guess I just needed to vent. Guess it was nothing but a meaningless little room. Unimportant. I'll find some other place. I'll continue to pursue what I NEED to do. But until then I'm going to become a hermit;) OH well. That's the way the cookie crumbles, don't cry over spilled milk, that's life, C'est La Vie. When a door is shut, a window is open. Never where white after Labor Day. Get over it. When life hands you lemons make lemonade. Don't wear stripes with paisley. ummmmmmm I can't think of anymore positive cliche' advise.Oh! Every cloud has a silver lining. We'll all float on mmkay. I feel somewhat better now.Something better is bound to come. I hope.Well, If anyone wants a painting just raise your hand and stake your claim. It's all yours.ONE WEEK ONLY PAINTING EXTRAVAGANZA!! EVERYTHING MUST GO! EVERYTHING IS FREE!