Smelling fingers since 1974.
Dude, I subscribe to your feed in Bloglines and I hadn't seen anything from you in ages. Then today it tells me that you have posted NINE THINGS. I'm like today? Now? Nine? How? And it turns out I've been missing everything. I did hear through the grapepile about something involving a fire truck, but anyway, these are awesome. Especially this one. Geez. Seriously. I want to paint now. Oh, also I may hate you. I hate people who have more than one talent. It fucking pisses me the shit.
Uhh, that's me. but the link goes to something else. I have 5,467 blogger identities, and this seems to be one that I created to sell shit. Uhh, it's all sold. Anyway. Byes.
Actually, you didn't miss anything.I posted them all this morning and back-dated them so they made more chronological sense.Kinda like taking a time machine and post what I would have said if I had actually done as I meant to do and made posts at the appropriate times...
So let me get this straight, you're writing things in the present and pretending to be writing them in the past and Kingo wrote things in the past and is posting them in the present while still saying they're in the past. LIVE IN THE MOMENT, MOTHERFUCKERS. Oh, and definitely keep painting.
Yeah, all of what she said.I'm fucking tired. And keep wondering if you're okay now or any more close to it than you must've been sometime earlier. There are a whole bunch of people hoping you're okay.
Yeah, all of what Kingo said.I kept coming back to your painting posts and thinking how cool they are. And just so you know, as of yesterday, I currently have three small canvases and a beginners acrylic set sitting next to my desk, thanks to you. I'll let you know if I ever make something worth being seen. Hope you're doing OK.
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