…the who cares girl…

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Ain’t that the truth. Sure I’ve met whiny artists in AA who said they created their best work while intoxicated, but I don’t believe them.

Once you make up your mind to quit an addiction, it’s easy. It’s getting there that’s a hell of a hard thing.

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“I was just telling someone at work that the new hipster thing is a fake mustache, and she didn’t know what I was talking about,” I told the Boy recently. “Now look, proof!”

I tapped my fresh issue of BUST magazine, where an ad for a clothing company featured a model wearing the ubiquitous fake mustache. This started a conversation about other trendy hipster things, like skulls and owls and even (the horror) (and my personal favorite) octopi!

“How about an octopus mustache?” the Boy snickered.

“Oooh! Oooh! I’m totally gonna draw that!” I said, running for the sketch pad.

Well, it seemed like a good idea at the time.

It’s Monday. I have “Kiss the Girl” from the Disney cartoon “The Little Mermaid” rotating through my head. As I haven’t seen that film in several years, this is a little alarming.

I ordered the Neon Indian c.d. yesterday, and I am VERY EXCITED ABOUT IT! I hardly ever buy music so when I do it’s generally something I’m obsessed with. Yerp. Schmerp. Coffee is go-oo-oood.

This is all I got, so far.

Someone on Flickr commented: “I heard of a study on NPR where they told two groups of art students to do work. One group did quality and the other quantity. The group that did quantity made amazing pieces of art, way better than the quality group. The conclusion was the quality group spent too much time thinking of what to do and it ruined the art. They ended up thinking too much and it ruined their inspiration. being less bitchy is good ;)”

That’s actually great advice for me right now because I’m going through one of those insomnia-addled, uber sensitive and way-too-introspective for-my-own-good phases, wherein I usually wind up deleting my blog/a good portion of my photos on Flickr. It’s coming! So the lesson is: stop thinking too much.

The Boy’s bumper sticker idea. I encouraged him to write it down (with Sharpie).

Current drawing in progress. Part of this overly sensitive nonsense is that I am completely dissatisfied with anything I paint/draw, so I’ve been working on this drawing for what feels like forEVER (a week? two?) and don’t know how to finish it.

“I’m just gonna get lazy and cover the whole thing with glitter,” I growled last night.

“Don’t do that,” said the Boy.

I am also extremely hormonal, horny, manic, and can’t focus on a book for more than say, 15 minutes? Any book? I MEAN ANY BOOK.

Shit.