Many times
I gave a speech on Friday advocating gay marriage. I swore a fair amount. Apparently on the first, "fuck" there was a mother with some kid behind me and if looks could kill I wouldn't have made it to Sasquatch on Sunday to get winded out of the final four acts. Though I regret nothing because it was incredibly cold and I had knowingly denied a sweatshirt in the earlier parts of the day, "Jay, you should bring a sweatshirt because its going to get really cold later." "I know". Haha, I'm funny.
So when the chips are down and all my academia comes to fruition I sit here; not work on German, not work on stools/other design, and not go down to Artist Trust to sign some time sheet in order to get paid. I do what I want.
So when the chips are down and all my academia comes to fruition I sit here; not work on German, not work on stools/other design, and not go down to Artist Trust to sign some time sheet in order to get paid. I do what I want.