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I've been switching between reading about post-narrative art and topology.
I NEED to get back together with MICA, but not because I love him. It's only because I miss the sex.
I HAVE A SHOW COMING UP THIS AUGUST
CURRENT GALLERY
"END WISE"
TIME IS GOOD
TIME IS GREAT
BLESS THIS DAY
OUR MINDS CREATE
Download applications for my show at current's website by Jan. 12th, ok?
Don't worry, I'll remind you
And now for the people who care:
I've decided to start paying someone to listen to me talk about the more fucked-up parts of my life which I hope I've spared all of you from knowing about. Most of it has to do with my dad to whom I have perhaps prematurely though rightfully decided to call 'estranged'. I've forgotten so much about what drove me so crazy living with him until my mom came to visit. Listening to her talk about the things he's said and done to her made me feel like my heart was going to stop. He's a narcissistic sociopath and that's not even the least of it.
The funniest thing about this is, on the DAY I decide to start going to therapy, literally as I was walking out of the clinic doors, my aunt, his sister, calls me to tell me they're passing through Baltimore and they want to visit me. This is also the day after the night I finally admit to myself that I hate my dad and I don't want anything to do with his side of the family ever again, if I can help it. So I spend most of this weekend flipping out that my dad is passing through Baltimore wanting to see me. I felt like I was breaking out in hives just imagining him in my apartment, scrutinizing the safe-haven I've created for myself. I feel like I'm ready to scream just thinking about it. My aunt left me a voice mail. I didn't call them back and I don't intend on talking to any of them.
I NEED to get back together with MICA, but not because I love him. It's only because I miss the sex.
I HAVE A SHOW COMING UP THIS AUGUST
CURRENT GALLERY
"END WISE"
TIME IS GOOD
TIME IS GREAT
BLESS THIS DAY
OUR MINDS CREATE
Download applications for my show at current's website by Jan. 12th, ok?
Don't worry, I'll remind you
And now for the people who care:
I've decided to start paying someone to listen to me talk about the more fucked-up parts of my life which I hope I've spared all of you from knowing about. Most of it has to do with my dad to whom I have perhaps prematurely though rightfully decided to call 'estranged'. I've forgotten so much about what drove me so crazy living with him until my mom came to visit. Listening to her talk about the things he's said and done to her made me feel like my heart was going to stop. He's a narcissistic sociopath and that's not even the least of it.
The funniest thing about this is, on the DAY I decide to start going to therapy, literally as I was walking out of the clinic doors, my aunt, his sister, calls me to tell me they're passing through Baltimore and they want to visit me. This is also the day after the night I finally admit to myself that I hate my dad and I don't want anything to do with his side of the family ever again, if I can help it. So I spend most of this weekend flipping out that my dad is passing through Baltimore wanting to see me. I felt like I was breaking out in hives just imagining him in my apartment, scrutinizing the safe-haven I've created for myself. I feel like I'm ready to scream just thinking about it. My aunt left me a voice mail. I didn't call them back and I don't intend on talking to any of them.