20 May 2005
when I grow up....
I always thought I'd be a writer.... but then I forgot how to write. I always was an artist and that was a given, until the artist's block.... but that will go away one day. I still make things, and I still write even if I don't really think anything I do is valid. My ambitions are macro - I would just like a tidy house. Whoever would have thought I would grow up to be such an anomalie - everyone but me, I guess.
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Oh, Fatuous One. I painted. I sculpted. I pondered. I wrote. I worked like hell to get those skills and now I'm applying for a job as a fucking travel agent.
*sob*
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