Tomorrow Im buying a freaking easel.
A boy that good looking dying for no good reason
I deserve a god damn easel.
I prop boards and canvas against a book shelf and I paint a little
then it falls off the edge. so then Ill move it and lean it against the
windows but the madness has got to stop.
I am painting full time=I get to buy an easel.
Im pretty sad. At first I wasn't but Ive been crying off and on.
I really dug him. He made stupid movies in between the good ones,
I rented Casanova just last week cause hes just so nice, was so nice,
to look at. Perfect jaw, Like Alexander the Great.
And he tried to be normal he'd walk around new york and didnt act
like a movie star.
and so pooh wont eat I dont know what to do.
I tried babyfood, it worked for 2 days then he refused.
bought fancy feast and he loved it! Then refused it.
Now he refused this other brand I bought. and hes drinking
more water. thats not a good sign.
pooh has kidney failure if you didn't know. I give him IV fluids every other day.
he still plays and acts normal so its not the end but
I dont know why he wont eat. or what he wants to eat.
When people die nothing feels real and I
pace the apartment and cant seem to hold onto anything.
you cant really hold on to anything.
but the painting is going well so there is that.
I wanted to tell you.
Starting the last Sunday of every month there will be a journal video.
with an assignment- you then will have 3 weeks to send me a jpg of your journal page (that completes the assignment lesson not just any journal page) and I will add it to a montage that will showcase your work at the end of the next journal video, cool?
So all of this starts this sunday afternoon.
Its so cold out there but I need a shot of mocha latte and a boston creme doughnut.
I want to assault myself with sugar.