Damnit. I thought I'd bought Orange paint. I crafted this idea for my project Layers but I must have imagined picking up that can. Well, I have to shop for supplies Friday when I get paid so I suppose I can wait.
I destroyed my car. Apparently it had no oil in during the last few hour - hour and fifteen minute drives to work. Well I'm currently selling my guitars and amps. No big squig. They've sat in my room the last four years collecting dust. Relics from a rebellious age. I'm keeping one acoustic to keep an outlet (as well as the sentimentality of that particular instrument). The engine I have to replace will cost upwards of 1,300 dollars but i need to be mobile. These last few days I've been relying on other people to get me to work and I just can't do it. Soon I'll have to start paying them for gas. And I don't carry cash. And how do I get to an ATM to get it? It's a vicious circle.
My mom is currently asking me for a painting. She says impressionist. I don't know that word. I took a survey of art history class a few semesters back. Earth tones. Impressionist. Monet. Pretty colors. Check. These are the things she wants from me. Lets add:
Grandchildren
Decent Living
Christianity
to that list.
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