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| lonelysandwich |
I started blogging in hopes that I could blab about my art and find others like me. “My people” I call them. If you are my friend you most likely fall into this highly desirable category. Desirable to me that is. Being the artsy crafty type sometimes I find it difficult to connect with the “normal” people. I brush this off, telling myself that most people are simple and hopefully the will not breed. Other days I just wish I could crawl into a bohemian dog pile that feels like home.
I have said it before, Language in not my friend. I am a product of the public schools system and I am reminded of this fact daily. I can not spell. I can not multiply. Without a computer and calculator I appear to be an idiot. I consider myself only functionally literate. At least I am not normal. Yet here I am trying to communicate with text. I giving up on the art talk today. I think to know me is to love me or to be violently repelled by me.
Keeping it short cause my shoulder is angry.
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| Finally finished the Witch |
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| Look I did my chart on line. What does it mean? |
1 comments:
I console myself by saying that people are just not from my tribe. They don't speak my language. It's not their fault or mine.
Eh, sometimes it works.
Awesome witch, btw.
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