Have you ever loved someone so much that at times you just sort of want to strangle the shit out of them when they choose to live in a delusional fairyworld that they selfishly do NOT invite you to come play in even though you are tons of fun to play with, especially when it comes to rocking the casaba in a delusional fairyworld because darn tootin’ you’re a hoot and a half in a delusional fairyworld dang nammit!! Let me play Operation with the purple Zigatoots and the superfly monkey weasels you bastard!!!
One of my photographs have been accepted for display in a real gallery here in SF!! I’ve been validated as an artist! I’m on the right path and that The Universe is content with me continuing down this road and doesn’t feel the need to run me off it and barreling down the embankment towards a watery, jagged cliff death splat.
*squeals like a fangirl at a Supernatural convention*
Being validated has got to be one the best drugs on the planet. Well,…………..no. Pixie sticks are. Yes, pixie sticks.
I fail at making a simple grilled cheese sandwich. Its too much for one person to handle when they find this fault in themselves. What do I have to do to not burn the bread but yet manage to not melt the cheese in the slightest? Do I need to find the secret door to Narnia in order to find the mystical grilled cheese maker? Do I need to burn sage over the oven? Sacrifice a gnome in a Pagan’s god’s name???
I have talents, and melting cheese between two pieces of bread is apparently in the “Nope” category.
First, Hey its my first note on this blog! *tosses glitter*
So on to the random thought I had: I’m a little tired of people today. I’m putting this mostly on the head cold I’m almost done fighting, which is also preventing me from getting any art done, but I’m not tickled pink with how some people feel the need to act all holier than thou about stupid shit. Bitching about today’s holiday, St Paddy’s Day,by saying its “just a day”. Yes, its “just a day” but sometimes its fun to be silly and wear green and dress like a member of Liberace’s dwarf army while drinking shitty green “beer” while woo girls flash their boobs. Frankly, I welcome any day of celebration!! Life is for the living dontcha know!
I think for Flag Day I’m going to run naked through the streets because its just another day right?
I think the cold meds might be affecting my brainwaves.