Monday, September 12, 2005
Lonely little petunia in an onion field.

I slept at 3 in the morning trying to lessen the craptacular mess that was CNF. I number among the ranks of the walking dead,hoo hoo. It could've been better, but I have the uncanny ability to muck things up when I get panicky. Fuckity. Now I shall grab this horrid memory by its scrawny neck and stuff it away. The storm has passed.

Other meaty tidbits worth mentioning include something Hayan was recounting to me a while back about this family of artists. I think I've heard of them before. I'm referring to the Blanco family. Even the children were able to capture a photographic likeness on a big canvas. The parents, their children and their children's children. Now that's what I call unfair. Such talent should be distributed to the rest of the world, dammit. Then again that's probably just me being bitter. I'm 17 and I draw like crap.

Not making much sense. I'm taking a well-deserved nap now.
Thus spake Irish || 5:28 PM || 0 comments