Whiplash
The prospect of a friday has rarely felt so promising.
Today I met up with Cheesus and Andrea and we fucked around downtown. I got my cheap whip from Cheesus and she treated us to dairy queen.
Saw Orley, Derek, Sammi Canni, and even Keeley downtown. It was interesting seeing them all again.
Work was troublesome as it basically started off with two kids yelling at each other while I tried to break them apart. Then running back and forth between the bathroom and the main room. We didn't go to Chester Bowl because it was sprinkling so there was a lot of silent ball and kids bitching about lunch.
Tomorrow I'm painting again. It's not a bad money maker, a lot better then daycamp in terms of sanity. Relaxing as well. The childcare gals are so nice too. Let me eat KFC whenever I want and seem to pop up every five minutes to "OMG, It's a MURAL" Some part of me believes they think I'm going to kill myself on that ladder. But it's not unfounded.
I need to figure out some prints to show for my portfolio review. They need to be fucking god too. The only colorings I have are various prints from Naked Matador Stories. I Have quite a few things unscanned that I'm going to show as well. My cabinet of shit is bursting with random drawings. I really want to mod podge them on a journal.
Andrea is going to be Nell for Detour. Thus making it pretty obvious as to what I'm going to agree to next.
Fucking Bleach.
I need to think up a good idea for a print to give to Crispin, I have no fucking clue what to do.
New Interpol CD. Lets see what happens next.
Today I met up with Cheesus and Andrea and we fucked around downtown. I got my cheap whip from Cheesus and she treated us to dairy queen.
Saw Orley, Derek, Sammi Canni, and even Keeley downtown. It was interesting seeing them all again.
Work was troublesome as it basically started off with two kids yelling at each other while I tried to break them apart. Then running back and forth between the bathroom and the main room. We didn't go to Chester Bowl because it was sprinkling so there was a lot of silent ball and kids bitching about lunch.
Tomorrow I'm painting again. It's not a bad money maker, a lot better then daycamp in terms of sanity. Relaxing as well. The childcare gals are so nice too. Let me eat KFC whenever I want and seem to pop up every five minutes to "OMG, It's a MURAL" Some part of me believes they think I'm going to kill myself on that ladder. But it's not unfounded.
I need to figure out some prints to show for my portfolio review. They need to be fucking god too. The only colorings I have are various prints from Naked Matador Stories. I Have quite a few things unscanned that I'm going to show as well. My cabinet of shit is bursting with random drawings. I really want to mod podge them on a journal.
Andrea is going to be Nell for Detour. Thus making it pretty obvious as to what I'm going to agree to next.
Fucking Bleach.
I need to think up a good idea for a print to give to Crispin, I have no fucking clue what to do.
New Interpol CD. Lets see what happens next.