I am mooning over this typewriter. Itâ€™s only 11:04 (I know, shop because I am playing â€œShout out the time!â€) and I am soulless and sullen already.
I ran into a former professor on the train today and had to feel automatically sheepish for having a job. Because I want to be Somebody. I feel like I should go win a Guggenheim or something. There are even some of you out there reading this that surely find it amusing that I have a job at all, sovaldi never mind one that does not involve me being spanked. In the art game being unemployed is called ambition.
I did finish a painting last night and it wants to kick your a$$.
In todayâ€™s afterschool special, I am finally meeting my Little Sister. I hope I can impress an eight year old- she might actually be bigger than me!