well i'm going through a giant bout of some strain of artist's block. it isn't that i'm not inspired, but i'm terribly unimpressed with every artwork i've tried to conceive lately. oh well, everyone has their off days i suppose
i hate when people fish for conversation by dropping gossip bombs about people i am not associated with and or do not care about. why don't people tell interesting stories or talk about their dreams? i love hearing about people's dreams. everyone (that i've met, anyway) can relate to the ineffably curious and uncomfortable feelings of dreams, and there's often not a more hilariously absurd story teller than the unconscious brain.
aside from the conventional disdain for the waters in which i swim, i love my pals, and if you're a strange who's cared enough to read this far, i'd probably like you if i met you
anyway, it is simultaneously the day before god awful monday and the time that the nyquil is kicking in
so byebye
Sunday, March 28, 2010
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