I shall never grow up, make believe is much too fun, can you take me far away to the humming meadow
Finally finished painting this!
Under a cut for your comfort...
I started this painting a few months ago, and it's taken a while for me to concentrate on finishing it. The little boy and girl are based on myself and my boyfriend, each of us accompanied by our respective stuffed animals.
I started this while job-and-apartment hunting, when my biggest inclination was to just run from the scary, unimpressive adult world and into a sort of neverland. In this world are all the best things from childhood, from pirate ships to Godzilla blowing bubbles.
I may do a few more as a series, maybe not. It was fun, nevertheless.
There are a few different prints of this up in my print shop! G'wan, keep me out of poverty. Pester, pester, pester.
I'm getting frustrated with the job hunt. Today I called the director of the center where I interviewed last week -- a place I loved, and I loved the director even more -- and she told me she was still interviewing a lot of people for the job, and hadn't come to a decision yet. That doesn't sound too promising. She's more likely to go with someone who has some college experience than a no-account bum like myself with only basic training and an expired CPR certification. She seemed to like me, but I dunno. If she's interviewing a lot of people, I don't feel too hopeful.
I feel so helpless and ineffectual without a job. At home I paint and clean and cook and fold laundry (badly), and I'm basically a housewife. That's not for me. I feel like I want to just flop over and give up and say, "Oh, forget it! Fuck having a job." But of course, that ain't an option.
Cross your fingers for me, kids.
In the meantime, I will make lime cookies, start a new painting, fold laundry (badly), and love you all immensely!
Under a cut for your comfort...
I started this painting a few months ago, and it's taken a while for me to concentrate on finishing it. The little boy and girl are based on myself and my boyfriend, each of us accompanied by our respective stuffed animals.
I started this while job-and-apartment hunting, when my biggest inclination was to just run from the scary, unimpressive adult world and into a sort of neverland. In this world are all the best things from childhood, from pirate ships to Godzilla blowing bubbles.
I may do a few more as a series, maybe not. It was fun, nevertheless.
There are a few different prints of this up in my print shop! G'wan, keep me out of poverty. Pester, pester, pester.
I'm getting frustrated with the job hunt. Today I called the director of the center where I interviewed last week -- a place I loved, and I loved the director even more -- and she told me she was still interviewing a lot of people for the job, and hadn't come to a decision yet. That doesn't sound too promising. She's more likely to go with someone who has some college experience than a no-account bum like myself with only basic training and an expired CPR certification. She seemed to like me, but I dunno. If she's interviewing a lot of people, I don't feel too hopeful.
I feel so helpless and ineffectual without a job. At home I paint and clean and cook and fold laundry (badly), and I'm basically a housewife. That's not for me. I feel like I want to just flop over and give up and say, "Oh, forget it! Fuck having a job." But of course, that ain't an option.
Cross your fingers for me, kids.
In the meantime, I will make lime cookies, start a new painting, fold laundry (badly), and love you all immensely!