Sep 03, 2008 01:06
Okay.
I am not going to fucking Canada because a plane ticket is $850.
I am tired and not asleep.
I went to Portland, and left a pair of sneakers on the top of a parking garage as some sort of Hipster sacrifice. They were stained with oil paint, weed, and dried tears from past loves. Also, in the zippered side pockets I saved a few pennies. Best of luck!
I have fingers waiting to be looked at.
I have fellowship applications floating around. I realize my art is not easy to categorize. It doesn't fit neatly into the CueRate online application system.
I am already mentally laying out outfits for my big trip to NYC.
And. It is hard to be in a relationship and get shit done. Especially with a petulant post-bar pre-employment partner. Maybe there are other people I could hang out with, but the one you can kiss always wins.