I haven't been pain free since early march, the birds are screaming and my veggie arden bear delicious tomatoes and green bell peppers.
I got approved for the neck shot about a week ago, and just a few days ago had it done. They put a neddle in my hand and the next thing i remember was my ass in a wheelchair going towards the car where my sister had to drive me home. I ended up rambling about coffee and sleeping. I don't remember getting dressed, that concerns me but whatever it's easier to function and i'm going through post injection therapy now. There's a possibility i might be dischartged in a few weeks. I rather not go for another injection personally but we'll see. though the first few sdays felt like some 300 pound muscleman had his hands around my throat like those choke sex acts. It hurt to turn, but nothing bad happened.
The semester's finished and I decided to update the store with 2 new woodblocks with the bigheads. Why not they were to much fun to do so the hell with it they're for sale.
You casn find them here: http://rubberneck.storenvy.com/
art blog is still here so here's the link. it's starting to become so fucking angsty. angst isn't hot unless you're like 110 pounds with a short pixie cut and look like alice glass, or something like that.
oh yea i linked my skype name here for shits n giggles, but I've gotten porno skags wantin to see my flapjack tits or wip out their wangs so if you're trying to add me on skype or want to please pm me so i know you ain't some creeper. thanks a tons. :)
Ever have a dream tell you the work you produce is all meaningless? How insane is that? Once that phrase is said enough it never goes away. I swear those fucking dreams need this if it ever had a soundtrack..
i caught myself using things to escape again, i don't want another relapse like 2 years ago so i have these STOK espresso shots to keep me up, or i'll listen to some stupid LP's of vidya game nerds. It's stupid that i'm afraid to sleep and dream shit that makes me anxious anfd panic. it's stupid i'm in my fucking 20's not some dumbshit teenie weenie jr.
Those usually prevent dreams. I'm hoping that feeling will go away when I hear back from these project row house people. it's a residency a professor set me up with, just waiting to see if it's a yay or nay. it would look good on a gradschool resume. conflicted stuff and wondering if i should do a double masters. i have no clue and sometimes i'd rather lay on the traintracks and let the hamhock legged vultures pick at my fat carcass. But thanks a lot of you all's support you're all really cool and what not. so many spelling mistakes i dont have the energy to correct the so i'll end this here. bye bye. how you all have a good weekend.