I'm disgruntled. Overdrawn at the bank. And what do those fuckers do? Charge me overdraft fees, $75 so far. Like, I have no money. Fucking idiots.
Sure wish a dollar would materialize out of nowhere so I could buy a Coke.
I have a dolly friend, and I'm going to say something not nice about her. She's a repaint artist, but her work is not very good. Uneven lines, clumpy paint, smudgy, dingy, messy. I think it's a matter of her eyesight more than her talent, but she just can't see the quality of her work objectively. Well, I guess that's the same with all of us; when I look at some of my earlier work I now understand why they didn't sell for much.
8:15 p.m.
Okay the second My Scene auction ended and didn't exceed sixteen bucks. Oh well. It's going to a lady in England. The postage is equivalent to the purchase price.
'DOH! I forgot to make the auction private again! This is the one I'm hoping will bring in the real cash and someone had already bid so I couldn't change it. So, I had to cancel and relist. More money down the drain. Bah. I'm going home.
posted by Newpeep, N.D. (neurotic depressive) @ 7:00 PM
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