Thursday, December 20, 2012

Forty-Seven.


No great artist ever sees things as they really are.  If he did, he would cease to be an artist. 
-Oscar Wilde

One day I'll make the jump from starving artist, to comfortably living artist.  That would be super rad.  True story.

In other news I think my contact and my right eye had a fight--my eye lost.  I'm about ready to take a spoon and fish the damn thing out.

My cat is being a brat.  I'm going back to bed.

 

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