i feel sort of like shit.
i've been painting.
gesso'd one canvas.
covered another in blue, black, and green.
burned myself on the oven and kind of liked it.
i need to iron this outfit.
we just read from this book about sexual tastes and we read from mine - first aries straight then aries gay and neither of them really fit me.
sometimes i wonder if i'm aries at all.
so where's the fucking sweater,
you mentioned in your letter.
i like how when i paint the paint gets everywhere.
all over my fingers and nails.
j just came in to ask me a question about this camera.
but i wasn't sure what the answer was.
but i wanted to say,
keep talking to me -
stay right there -
and keep keep keep
talking to me.
i had an experiment at the grocery store tonight.
and bought nothing i've had in awhile.
told the cashier too.
he was cute but rather young.
i'm so nervous for this interview.
hey, the guy at school said i'm an artist AND a techie.
'a good thing to be,' says he.
anyways.
i guess i'm off.