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I have new ink on my leg and for some reason it really hurt. I had to stop after 2 and a half hours because of the pain. I didn't even finish the outline. Damn. This means I should go back this week, but I just don't know. Masybe next week. Or the one after that.
I quit my job also. I don't want to have a job right now, now, I know that sounds very immature and childish, but, really, I don't want one. I'm fine without one for the time being. I have money. I pay my bills. So whats the problem? I make enough off my art to survive right now, and I'm ok with that.
This should be an interesting week of getting fucked up. Superbowl. Fat Tuesday. Solomons birthday.
Damn, my leg inches.
Ok, off to do arrands and the art store. Fun times indeed.
By the way....I have a bad feeling about Solomons birthday....
I quit my job also. I don't want to have a job right now, now, I know that sounds very immature and childish, but, really, I don't want one. I'm fine without one for the time being. I have money. I pay my bills. So whats the problem? I make enough off my art to survive right now, and I'm ok with that.
This should be an interesting week of getting fucked up. Superbowl. Fat Tuesday. Solomons birthday.
Damn, my leg inches.
Ok, off to do arrands and the art store. Fun times indeed.
By the way....I have a bad feeling about Solomons birthday....