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11/9/02/ working on it made me retarded... brutally retarded.


mmmm. go read sarah's entry for today. it's nift.
why didn't you tell me you play cello, sarah? now i must envy your cello playing abilities.

i feel better today. meh.

the other day i posted a rough (very rough) draft of the beginning of frilly's comic on my deviantart account... i need to not be such a lazyass. and. draw it. i drew up a study for him the other day as well(in my nice new sketchbook! there are many things in there now. must scan. fah.) and such...

meh.

7:47 p.m. E
kat*~

11/8/02/ let's go up to the lobby and have ourselves a snack.


oh, fuck! fuckfuckfuck! why am i so fucking depressed? why can't i just give up and not care? huh? i will be fat and useless and stuck here for the rest of my life, so why should i fucking care?

ah.

shut up.

it'll be okay, blablabla. you're going to see tori amos sunday, so why worry? (did i mention the going-to-see-tori bit? of course not. i am. i'm excited, really. kim has an extra ticket. she rocks.)

8:36 p.m. E
kat*~





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