Fuckin' Fucky Fuck
It was around 9 degrees when I went out to start my car today. Don't get me wrong I actually love this weather, but motherfucker! My nipples became innies (yes, and hard as diamonds!) Of course my car didn't start. Had to get it towed. Rode with the driver (A good enough guy. Didn't make me feel like a wuss cuz my car didn't work. I still felt like a fucking douche!). As I write this I still don't have my car. I'll either have a frigid walk home or I'll have to beg a friend to pick me up from the studio. I hate to beg, or even ask for that matter. I need a sudden influx of cash. Any lady in need of a male escort? I can eat a peach for hours (wink wink, nudge nudge)
Mind you, I still love my car. It's the best car ever made. Ahhhh the 1991 Volvo 240 DL.
hopefully this repair will be manageable.
Got filmed again today for the stupid home show. They loved the mural (DUH!). I was, once again, a complete spastic on camera. I don't even know what I said, and I refused to see the tape afterward. Nothing, for me, will set off a bout of self-loathing more than having to see or hear the recorded version of myself. It was over quick enough though. Got a ride back to the studio from my friend who owns the house. On his way back home he got into a car accident.
I AM THE AUTOMOTIVE GRIM FUCKING REAPER!!!!!!!!!!!
My friend is OK, and the accident wasn't his fault.
I somehow started a new painting today. It's along the same lines as the mural (water on glass). It's not too big, only 3 x 8 feet.
By Thursday I need to come up with fifteen ideas for a mural at a local college. They approached another artist to do the project, and this fucking douchebag priced it at $2200!!! It's a mural that's 6 feet tall and nearly 20 feet wide for fuck sake! I don't care what your opinion on art is, that's fucking cheap! Too cheap!!! Luckily they didn't like his design, a nice view of Tuscany. Did I mention hat the mural is for the cafeteria. What a dick! Nothing makes me think "TUSCANY" more than community college cafeteria food. Again, I say, What a dick!
Mind you, I still love my car. It's the best car ever made. Ahhhh the 1991 Volvo 240 DL.
hopefully this repair will be manageable.
Got filmed again today for the stupid home show. They loved the mural (DUH!). I was, once again, a complete spastic on camera. I don't even know what I said, and I refused to see the tape afterward. Nothing, for me, will set off a bout of self-loathing more than having to see or hear the recorded version of myself. It was over quick enough though. Got a ride back to the studio from my friend who owns the house. On his way back home he got into a car accident.
I AM THE AUTOMOTIVE GRIM FUCKING REAPER!!!!!!!!!!!
My friend is OK, and the accident wasn't his fault.
I somehow started a new painting today. It's along the same lines as the mural (water on glass). It's not too big, only 3 x 8 feet.
By Thursday I need to come up with fifteen ideas for a mural at a local college. They approached another artist to do the project, and this fucking douchebag priced it at $2200!!! It's a mural that's 6 feet tall and nearly 20 feet wide for fuck sake! I don't care what your opinion on art is, that's fucking cheap! Too cheap!!! Luckily they didn't like his design, a nice view of Tuscany. Did I mention hat the mural is for the cafeteria. What a dick! Nothing makes me think "TUSCANY" more than community college cafeteria food. Again, I say, What a dick!
posted by A.J. at Tuesday, December 13, 2005
2 Comments:
I'm still laughing a the "automotive grim reaper" comment. Although it's refreshing to know that your friend is ok.
The week before my wedding, I wrecked my car into oblivion, my maid of honor's grandfather had a massive heart attack and died, one of my brides maids was pregnant and developed pre-eclampsia, my flowers never arrived (fucking ebay), a hurricane ruined my outside, gazebo wedding, the day of my wedding my cake toppled over, we all left my son at my moms playing playstation (totally on accident, I'm not a bad mom), the DJ arrived drunk and wanted to play Kenny G bullshit all night until I ripped him a new asshole, and my husbands cousin got so trashed he puked all over the carpet in which I had to pay to have cleaned, and I STILL got married.
Reminds me of that song, "Signs, signs, everywhere there's signs...." My dumbass still went through with it. Someone please hit me.
I'm thinking that Anu would hire you as her personal male escort to eat a peach (wink wink, nudge nudge)
Is that a bunny I smell burning?
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