Tired. Sleepy.
But hey, today I only cussed out ONE person (I've come to the conclusion that it is IMPOSSIBLE for me to drive without showcasing some sort of roadrage).
I'm a bit subdued because I dedicated my night to painting away.
I didn't think of a damn thing. I just sat down, pulled out the acrylics... and well, yeah, I guess I did think about what colors I should use.
I settled on this:
My oldie but goodie, now plastered on canvas.
Ah, the good memories associated with that shit.
Now I feel as if I took some Vicodin (along with some Zoloft). Calm, quiet, and relaxed.
I don't give a fuck about the world, to be quite frank. I just want to close my eyes and pass out.
Goodnight.
But hey, today I only cussed out ONE person (I've come to the conclusion that it is IMPOSSIBLE for me to drive without showcasing some sort of roadrage).
I'm a bit subdued because I dedicated my night to painting away.
I didn't think of a damn thing. I just sat down, pulled out the acrylics... and well, yeah, I guess I did think about what colors I should use.
I settled on this:
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| Every color and every shape carefully chosen. And still, this would only go for $5 in NYC. Useless talents I possess. |
Ah, the good memories associated with that shit.
Now I feel as if I took some Vicodin (along with some Zoloft). Calm, quiet, and relaxed.
I don't give a fuck about the world, to be quite frank. I just want to close my eyes and pass out.
Goodnight.
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