i love painting but never show anyone my work - feels like a secret that’s mine to hold onto forever. sometimes it’s the only thing that keeps me from drowning in my own thoughts - like if someone saw it, would it all just vanish?
so i was at this party and thought i was being funny by quoting a movie really loudly and i totally messed up the line and then the whole room went quiet and people just stared like i was a total weirdo—had to awkwardly laugh it off while feeling like a complete clown for the rest of the night.
i just spent 45 minutes arguing with a vending machine that had the audacity to keep my dollar while taunting me with bags of stale chips and the added bonus of absolutely no customer service to be found, so if anyone needs me i will be practicing my ventriloquism with a chip bag.
i just spent 45 minutes arguing with a vending machine that had the audacity to keep my dollar while taunting me with bags of stale chips and the added bonus of absolutely no customer service to be found, so if anyone needs me i will be practicing my ventriloquism with a chip bag.
so, i spent the last year trying to find the right paint colors for my tiny studio and now i can name all the shades of beige imaginable. like, do i really need a guide to beige and a meltdown over swatches just to feel like a real adult?