My current self assigned art project is to look at beauty. I am taking a beauty app and creating macabre pictures. It's been a bit of a soul cleanse. I am tired of being told that I am the "for sale" package that you see in front of you. I am not neat. I don't like long walks on the beach. I fart. That doesn't make me less of a person.
I downloaded a "pretty" app that I thought would be good for making myself look better. I ended up layering the filters...and that got me thinking about taking those "perfect" pictures of myself and making them 3D.
So here I am, in the midst of a project that just might be my best idea ever. And you are there. Living, fresh buns out of the oven.
I am here, tip toeing around to see if I am the last one.
I'll let you know how I make out
This offer does have some restrictions and limitations:
- I make no guarantees that you will like what I make!
- What I create will be just for you.
- It'll be done this year.
- You have no clue what it's going to be. It may be a story. It may be poetry. I may draw or paint something. I may bake you something and mail it to you. Who knows? Not you, that's for sure!
- I reserve the right to do something extremely strange
-I make no promises as to timeliness
The catch? Oh, the catch is that you have to put this in your journal as well. We all can make stuff!
Also, you will have to give me an address to send said "stuff" to.
I was cc’d on this, was sent to email@example.com
Please be advised that even though your books show this young lady to have been bad all year long I need to help you get your books in order. What your books show is not really true. I think the Grinch has had a Gremlin secretly erasing the good Karen has accomplished and re-writing bad stuff about her. I know this young lady and I can confirm she has been good. Please see to it she has a good holiday.
Soooo, I was being super mom last night making cupcakes for my daughter’s chorus program tonight and I realized I was out of butter. You can't make cupcakes without butter. I peeled off the jammies, threw on the jeans and drove to the inconvenience store next to my house. They didn’t have butter or margarine. Perhaps that is why I can’t bring myself to call it a convenience store. On to the next store. While waiting in line, I spot “Silver Bells” scratch tickets. This just happens to be the name of the song I am singing with Emma tonight. I bought 3 of them and won $100.00!
Thanks shitty store next to my house! Thanks fate! Thanks for randomness! And thank you, Tiny Tim!
Now I am thinking about what Super Hero I want to be when I grow up. Something Wonder Woman-ish for sure
I said a whole bunch of crap to Mark's ex-girl friend/friend while I was drunk and now I feel like Homer Simpson (thinking I am cool when I am really UN cool) and I wish I could just take my mouth like a vacuum and suck all the words back up. But I can't.
I mean, I really didn't say anything too bad, but I am sure I sounded like a complete tool. Blah Blah Blah
Then I start to think that all the choices I have ever made are wrong. You know, CAUSE I AM A NUTCASE.
Anyways, this isn't helping, so I am going to a long walk on the treadmill.
Smell me later!
I love her even though she smells like poop sometimes. She likes to sleep in her litter box. And she " buries" her food, water, or litter box, by pawing at the walls. I always say "good job" even though I know she is not doing a good job. She is clearly not hiding anything. Stupid cat.