I have no idea what possessed me to take watercolor. Holy shit. Hour and a half, I'm so sure. Did two of the four and now I'm going to bed.
I wish to fuck I could be satisfied doing something more "conventional." This creativity shit is cramping my style.
These damn cats have found out how to get to the top of my wardrobe. Plants knocked over, check.
I'm covered in paint and I don't care. Good night.
Monday, January 31, 2005
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About Me
- Name: Newpeep, N.D. (neurotic depressive)
- Location: United States
Whateya need to know about me? Hmmm, I'm not clever enough to summarize myself concisely. Guess I'm underdeveloped, a late bloomer. Still trying to find my way in the world. I've already found my way *into* the world, which I suppose is a step in the right direction ... isn't it?
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