What can I say,... My life's not going the way I want it to right now and I am struggling to get by.
I wish I could be like some of my friends and just sit down in front of a TV for hours and numb my brain with bullshit. OK, that's not really fair...everyone's entitled to their own hobbies and pass-times but, as my 92-year grandma (under appreciated sage that she is) put it,"I don't, and have never like that TV
[because] you trade/waste some your life watchin' other people's handiwork. ...watchin' them live theirs
I gotta draw man
!... I gotta paint. I keep having these vivid dreams of a life that is and is not mine. I see the details. I see all the things I want to try and commit to but can't because there aren't enough hours in a day to work to get back on my financial feet, and practice my craft, and
learn skills to make me marketable, annd
network (without coming off as desperate) aaaaaannndd
look for better job. I want to give up but I can't... Sometimes I want to be blissfully ignorant of all that I am missing, but I'm not.AAAAAAAAAAAAA
I will find a way...
Now that I got that out of my system...Onto business.I'M BACK, (again) BITCHES!!!
Ok, that might be the wrong tact... Anyway, I am getting more...Social??
I have a tumblr Wayde's Pencil
page. Same great name (uh, yeah...) same great artwork? Ok...