I'm currently listening to "Let Me Fix My Weave" by Missy E. Ha ha. "Baby baby, let me fix my weave! You can, woo woo, pick me up about quarter to 3!"
Today was interestingschlaagen (that's German, just in case you were wondering. That's probaby why you didn't understand. Many of you don't know I'm fluent in German, but I am).
I think I'm a masochist. Today was swell, in an oddly dysfunctional sort of way. I got a lot done, had a great time, but all in a complety unhealthy, utterly and totally self-depricating, torturous sort of way. *sigh* I mean, I might as well walk around with toothpicks holding my eyelids open and the words "Dial 777-Mags if you have a disease and want to have a good time" tattooed to my ass. Er, my forehead. Whatever.
This martini begs to differ.
Ok, well to be honest it's not so much a martini as it is a "Vodka and Whatever-else-I-Could-Find-To-Put-In-It" drink.
ANYWAY... as I was saying. Rather typing. Masochist. Tattoo. Martini. Right... part of today's little extravaganzer included a trip or two to the art store!!!! *claps hands excitedly!* (dismiss kids from room right now - drunken potty sailor mouth making a brief appearnce) I fucking LOVE trips to the fucking art store. Damn! It makes me happier than a spirited bunny in spring.
Colors. Paper. Supplies. Tools. Materials. Hot damn. Give me a moment to fix my weave.
So what did I buy? Paper. Aluminum ruler. Photographer's tape. Black foamboard. Black construction paper. To the virgin viewer: lame. To Margaret?: Oh-oh-oh-orgasmic. Saturday, March 13th was totally worth living JUST to get art supplies. Go me!
Butterfly.
That's all. Time for me to retire this obnoxiousness. Happy Saturday ya'll.