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I need to buy a god damned bed or something, because this not being able to move without extreme, almost debilitating shooting pain in my left leg and back has got to fucking go.
Stagnant doesn't begin to describe my talents these days. I need a new sketchbook because I can't find my previous one, though I cringe to see what my "art" will look like as I haven't really drawn since Mags was here back in January, but the important part is that I want to draw again, as opposed to just feeling obligated to. I also sort of have an original idea for a novellete, which of course is a mishmash of genres that no one but me is interested in, so I'm half tempted to just leave it alone. I don't know.
Because I was feeling masochistic the other day, I borrowed Sgt Pepper's Lonely Hearts Club Band on DVD from the library, just to see if it was as really as bad as mechagm and others have said. It was far worse. Peter Frampton with his friggin' horse-face and the Bee Gees? WTF. God, Steve Martin? It wasn't like he was strapped for cash or anything. WTF, STEVE? Don't get me started on George Burns. Or Aerosmith. Or Alice Cooper! Why the hell can't I make a shitty movie with big names? Fuck, Mags and I could write a musical extravaganza based on feminine hygiene products and it's be better than that piece of shit.
Note to Mags: start researching the history of feminine hygiene. XD
I'm feeling a bit perkier, knowing that I can get a break from things in just a few weeks. Which reminds me; Dom, along with the money for the bills in the saucy jar is half of next month's rent; the other half of course will be supplied by next week's paycheck. Also, could I borrow your smaller suitcase for my trip if possible?
Meh. My liberry time is growing short, and I am obliged to flee. >:P
Stagnant doesn't begin to describe my talents these days. I need a new sketchbook because I can't find my previous one, though I cringe to see what my "art" will look like as I haven't really drawn since Mags was here back in January, but the important part is that I want to draw again, as opposed to just feeling obligated to. I also sort of have an original idea for a novellete, which of course is a mishmash of genres that no one but me is interested in, so I'm half tempted to just leave it alone. I don't know.
Because I was feeling masochistic the other day, I borrowed Sgt Pepper's Lonely Hearts Club Band on DVD from the library, just to see if it was as really as bad as mechagm and others have said. It was far worse. Peter Frampton with his friggin' horse-face and the Bee Gees? WTF. God, Steve Martin? It wasn't like he was strapped for cash or anything. WTF, STEVE? Don't get me started on George Burns. Or Aerosmith. Or Alice Cooper! Why the hell can't I make a shitty movie with big names? Fuck, Mags and I could write a musical extravaganza based on feminine hygiene products and it's be better than that piece of shit.
Note to Mags: start researching the history of feminine hygiene. XD
I'm feeling a bit perkier, knowing that I can get a break from things in just a few weeks. Which reminds me; Dom, along with the money for the bills in the saucy jar is half of next month's rent; the other half of course will be supplied by next week's paycheck. Also, could I borrow your smaller suitcase for my trip if possible?
Meh. My liberry time is growing short, and I am obliged to flee. >:P