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ShittyOkay let’s begin…
I FUCKING HATE PAINTING, I WILL NEVER PAINT FOR FUN AND IT IS THE DUMBEST JOB IN THE WORLD!!!
I’ve been working with my parents… -____- A lot lately. For some reason I’m not getting the satisfaction most get from it.. Probably because I’m not getting paid. But The money goes to bills so in a way I sort of am… I find myself getting more and more frustrated every day with this stupid bullshit, For other reason I wouldn’t find comfortable ranting about in a journal.
My dad and I pulled down a fucking thirty foot tree yesterday, spent most of the day gathering branches and shit putting them in perfectly organized piles because Amy wanted us too. Today, I painted non stop, got a sun burn ontop of my one from yesterday. My hands hurt I have white paint all in my hair, and on my arms that the showers can’t even get off. My feet hurt from climbing up and down ladders. My arms ache from holding them up over my head and reaching to paint. My back hurts… and I have menstrual cramps. Oh yeah… Right now I am so loving life =__=; I want to be a writer or Historian or something…. Any thing that DOES NOT involve FUCKING CONSTRUCTION!
I’m too tired and my hands hurt too bad to draw. I need a larger variety of music on my mp3 player. Tomorrow I have to get up at seven and do the same painting over again because it needs a second coat so it means more sunburn and discomfort. I feel bad because I haven’t gotten to talk to my friends, All of whom are on the computer and live all across the word… I went to sleep last night at one am... slept until nine am... and it didn't feel like I slept at all. It’s an hour’s drive to work and all I do is sit there and listen to music because the only book I have that I haven’t read is… What ever the second book of twilight is called, But I hate the fucking book and would probably bitch the whole time I tried to choke down, the moronic, waste of paper, That illiterate dumbass, of a supposed author called a novel. I might have a good book somewhere around here, Maybe read Eragon again or looking glass wars.
To Fudge: I FUCKING LOVE YOU TO PIECES, SORRY I HAVEN’T TALKED TO YOU IN A WHILE. I MISS YOU! <3
To Mallory: THANKS FOR BEING SO GREAT! ;A; You are to nice! <3
Um… All for now… I need a shower…
Devious Comments
Take care, though. I'll draw you something special.
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Dream as if you'll live forever, live as if you'll die today.
Leaders need to be optimists. Their vision is beyond the present.
Can't you take a day off to relax a bit?
For it really sounds bad. Especially with all that things where you're hurt...
I dearly hope it will get better for you.
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All art thieves hurt people....They steal some parts of the artist heart wich is in every piece she or he does.
Aweh, poor joo Dx Joo need some after sun ^^ It will soothe the burn; sunburn is never nice, I got it all up my arm the other week because I was sat outside reading in the garden Dx
And I is sorry joo is feeling shitty D= My feet are aching today too after my first day at my new job; I left the house at half 7 this morning and got back at half 5 this afternoon Dx My feet are killing me, but never mind =3
I hope joo gets the paints off joo soon, until then, keep your spirits high and read a good book! ^^ There's nothing wrong with a bit of Eragon!
P.S. Get a good night's sleep and tell Amy where she can stick her neat piles ^w^
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Never knock on Death's door - Ring the doorbell and run away... He hates that...
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