It started so wonderful. I'm sitting in a pool full of pudding($340 worth to be exact) topped with orange Jello (about $120 worth). I can hear footsteps behind me. I turn my head and the most glorious of things of beauty is standing above me. Charlie's Angels! Both TV and movie versions!

A second later they're naked in the pool. Only gobs of pudding are covering their naughty bits and pieces from my eyes that are already wider than that deer's before I hit it while on a delivery. Yep, that wide.

The girls laughed and frolicked as I gazed at the delight. Cameron Diaz and Farrah Fawcett rolling in the pool like they were mud wrestling. But this would be pudding wrestling cause it's a known fact that pudding is sexier than mud.

Rootbeer started to rain from the skies above. The girls use the frothy rain to was off the Jello products, but I'm distracted. Lucy Liu comes crawling cat-like into my direction. A ray of sunlight hits her as a black gospel choir (led by James Brown) stand behind me singing Hallelujah.

Yes yes yes yes!

She straddles my lap and licks here lips. FUCK YEAH! As we are about to lock lips thus starting two whole weeks of banging and mashing which I will have front row seats (cuz I'm 1 of the 2 players, giggidy) .........................
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my cell phone goes off. Magnificent dream ends without a magnificent ending

One of the guys at work wanted to know if I could cover his closing shift. Dusty owes me big time.

I got a 3 month subscription to dA. And I've been here how many years? Maybe I'll start submitting more work now.

Just a little note to everyone that I'm not dead. I'm just not the type who updates his journal if it isn;t art based. If it isn't about art, then you probably won't hear from me.
Anyway, I'm not dead. Don't forget that.

I have a portfolio set up and I'm ready to go out tomorrow to find an apprenticeship at a tattoo parlor. Hey, I've been drawing tat designs for people since 1998. And I always hear,"dude, you would do great as a tattoo artist". I might as well start putting my designs on skin and get paid real money for it. Plus if they try to get away with paying for the tat, I'll beat 'em down and remove it with a cheese grater!

With Friday off work, I decided to go into the basement to paint. Three hours later, I was looking at a clean canvas where a painted canvas should be. I'm getting bored with painting again.

Not really surprised, to be honest. My heart hasn't really been into painting anything for longer than a month at a time. Even all of the abstract paintings I did the past two years have bored me even though a lot of people really liked those.

It's not like when I'm drawing. I can draw for days on end. Give me a pen and some ink and I'll forget there's an outside world. I couldn't live without drawing.

It's time for me to put painting on a long vacation and work on something else. Sculpture maybe?