jaeleslie

Today I didn't get to paint, but I finished reading a book, and apahacked a bit, and I kept at the 2000 words. I had to stop after half an hour of it and go do something else a couple times.

Then I got to shred some embarrassing parts of a very old journal. My, I was a foulmouthed young thing, back in the day. But I had good reason. Imagine you are sixteen, and have finally gotten together with your first boyfriend, and fought with him, and are surrounded with a crowd of the best friends you have ever known in your life, and are planning a brilliant comet-like career through your boring midwestern high school, and then your mother says she is taking a job half way across the country so you are moving to California as soon as school is out, possibly or possibly not with your dad. I think a little bad language might be considered a fairly mild response.

Fuckin-A!