May I please have a "Do Over"?
Dear Universe,
I humbly request a "do over" of the past 4 days of my life.
Thank you.
Sincerely,
Me.
Here's a cute dog pic, for those that do not want to read whining bitching about life.
Bear le Bing Bong
Being too damn cute.
I have other pics behind the cut, but you'll have to put up with the bitching. Ha!
::Thursday::
Come home from work, and the Innnernet is fecked up, and then the puter fecks up.
Massive PMS.
Drink beer, eat pop tart, cuss, throw phone, cuss s'more, eat chocolate, drink 'nother beer.
::Friday::
Go into massive freak out mode, after work.
Hear tick-tocking in my head, because I have a deadline to meet for an art show/competition...and I have NOTHING ready.
Feck.
More beer, more cussing, more throwing stuff, more PMS.
::Saturday::
Decide to spend some quality time with daughter, in the deepest parts of hell (aka the mall)
Have work realated incident with a sign I did, Feck.
Go to work, to fix sign.
Then this happened.
feckfeckfeckshitfeckshitshitshit!!!!
I DID NOT DO THIS, the man was driving the truck, and a pole jumped out and whooped his fecking ass, in the process the pole also beat the shit out my truck.
Go back to liquor store, get more beer, come home, decided I'm in to foul of a mood to paint. Feck. tick-tock. beer. cussing. feck.
Sunday:
Started out good. I got some nice shots of this butterfly.
Caught Ziggy hiding in the grass stalking it.
then found some boobs growing in the grass
Would that be a "boob shroom"?
Head down to studio, spend H O U R S and H O U R S fighting with paintings. Threw one across the studio. drink beer. cuss. tried to cry, but couldn't. Think about truck, feck.
Think about setting entire studio on fire, and just walking away from it...ahhhhh.
Tick-tock deadline approaching. Tick-tock.
I have one painting "almost" done for this show/competition.
The working title for it is-
"You've been hucklebucked"
Look it up, if you need to.
I'm not saying anything more.
haha!
So, I have a fecked up truck, one painting almost done, a beer gut, no poptarts, and I think I'll be having some type of painting sale...to cover the deductable for the insurance. Feck.
I think that I sould at least qualify for a "do over", I'll probably get turned down, because of some BS about learning some important life lesson or some other garbage.
Whatever, Feck off.
I'm sure most of you reading this, had a much better weekend, week, life, then I did.
Yeah, I'm wallowing...so what.
I humbly request a "do over" of the past 4 days of my life.
Thank you.
Sincerely,
Me.
Here's a cute dog pic, for those that do not want to read whining bitching about life.
Bear le Bing Bong
Being too damn cute.
I have other pics behind the cut, but you'll have to put up with the bitching. Ha!
::Thursday::
Come home from work, and the Innnernet is fecked up, and then the puter fecks up.
Massive PMS.
Drink beer, eat pop tart, cuss, throw phone, cuss s'more, eat chocolate, drink 'nother beer.
::Friday::
Go into massive freak out mode, after work.
Hear tick-tocking in my head, because I have a deadline to meet for an art show/competition...and I have NOTHING ready.
Feck.
More beer, more cussing, more throwing stuff, more PMS.
::Saturday::
Decide to spend some quality time with daughter, in the deepest parts of hell (aka the mall)
Have work realated incident with a sign I did, Feck.
Go to work, to fix sign.
Then this happened.
feckfeckfeckshitfeckshitshitshit!!!!
I DID NOT DO THIS, the man was driving the truck, and a pole jumped out and whooped his fecking ass, in the process the pole also beat the shit out my truck.
Go back to liquor store, get more beer, come home, decided I'm in to foul of a mood to paint. Feck. tick-tock. beer. cussing. feck.
Sunday:
Started out good. I got some nice shots of this butterfly.
Caught Ziggy hiding in the grass stalking it.
then found some boobs growing in the grass
Would that be a "boob shroom"?
Head down to studio, spend H O U R S and H O U R S fighting with paintings. Threw one across the studio. drink beer. cuss. tried to cry, but couldn't. Think about truck, feck.
Think about setting entire studio on fire, and just walking away from it...ahhhhh.
Tick-tock deadline approaching. Tick-tock.
I have one painting "almost" done for this show/competition.
The working title for it is-
"You've been hucklebucked"
Look it up, if you need to.
I'm not saying anything more.
haha!
So, I have a fecked up truck, one painting almost done, a beer gut, no poptarts, and I think I'll be having some type of painting sale...to cover the deductable for the insurance. Feck.
I think that I sould at least qualify for a "do over", I'll probably get turned down, because of some BS about learning some important life lesson or some other garbage.
Whatever, Feck off.
I'm sure most of you reading this, had a much better weekend, week, life, then I did.
Yeah, I'm wallowing...so what.