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I cant stop painting. I am probably wasting money paints and canvases being no picnic in the financial department, but I can't. I have been all weekend. I love it. (I just started every sentence there with "I"). I painted a monkey on a swirly green background. Monkeys are important to me for the following reasons:
1. My first stuffed animal was a gorilla, given to me by my father, that my mom thought would make me cry in fear. I hearted it so.
2. Kafka was a monkey.
3. If I could be an animal, it would be a monkey. They can almost fly, the swinging from branch to branch and all, and can eat alllll the fruit they want, because no one makes fun of fat monkeys.
4. Monkeys are entertaining, and can throw their poop if they want. I don't really care about throwing my poop, but ya gotta admit, it would be neat to always have that underlying notion that you could get away with it.
Thursday, around five, I went up to U of O with some chickers. Jenna's trunk wouldn't go down so she pulled into Waluga to fix it by the back doors (so she could be out of the rain). It wouldn't go down... until Stol walked out of the back doors (surprise? waluga? what?) and helped us work it out. Ah, my hero, no wonder they made him a BBall Vball teacher.
I have an infected cut from glass... you don't need tetnis shots for that, do you?
1. My first stuffed animal was a gorilla, given to me by my father, that my mom thought would make me cry in fear. I hearted it so.
2. Kafka was a monkey.
3. If I could be an animal, it would be a monkey. They can almost fly, the swinging from branch to branch and all, and can eat alllll the fruit they want, because no one makes fun of fat monkeys.
4. Monkeys are entertaining, and can throw their poop if they want. I don't really care about throwing my poop, but ya gotta admit, it would be neat to always have that underlying notion that you could get away with it.
Thursday, around five, I went up to U of O with some chickers. Jenna's trunk wouldn't go down so she pulled into Waluga to fix it by the back doors (so she could be out of the rain). It wouldn't go down... until Stol walked out of the back doors (surprise? waluga? what?) and helped us work it out. Ah, my hero, no wonder they made him a BBall Vball teacher.
I have an infected cut from glass... you don't need tetnis shots for that, do you?