I am happy and I am sad. I'm not bipolar, I'm just human.
I spend a lot of time thinking about my existance, and the life that will never be mine. Occasionally I forget about this stuff and can geninuely enjoy my life, although I may be drunk when this happens. I live in the desert and stay here because it's so easy to. Desert living is ridiculously simple once you figure out how to get over the 115o summer heat. Yes I am lazy. When I get inspired to do things I do them, though. Perhaps I'm not as lazy as I think. After all, I got my degree (in Museum Studies) in four years. Woo, pointless degree from a ridiculous school.
I've started knitting and I'm trying to learn ASL. I read a lot, lately about serial killers.
Contact me, if you dare...
If I end up killing you, it's your own damn fault.
If you'd like my address to send me a fabulous gift, message me.
I accept cookies, money and love. Those with any extra anthrax need not apply.
E2 seems to be dreadfully lacking in write-ups about art...
Guess I'd better do something about that....