Let Us Talk About "The Things..."

Things that I call Art, are not what most people call art.  I make paintings, which I then get frustrated at, and slowly turn them into sculptures.
It is an on going process of mine.  Here though however, with my poor speech and lack of ability to type, I'll try to explain what it is that I do for a living.

I am an artist

I am a gun salesman

I am a server

I am a museum receptionist

I am a girl

...all of these things make me more interesting of a person I think, especially the I am a girl part...that by far is the best part of me.  Without it I'd probably be much more boring and less all knowing.  As for my days events, I managed to move into my new place within two hours this morning before work.  Currently its all in boxes, where it has been for over 5 months now, seeing as I have roomed with my mother these past couple of months.  It helped me immensely by allowing me to save money and relax, but now it's back to being on my own again.  Maybe one of these days I'll get things right.

Probably not though

Until then, I'll continue to talk about boys and all their wonderful and ever not so wonderful qualities.  Like for instance, the hey lets just be friends and not try to hit on me sort of deal.  Of all the men I recently met through help of Katherine dearest, only I think one or two might be worth actually talking to.

One is a boy who's got a hold of my strings.  He's not from around here, but like most men I'm in love with, and not love love, just adornment, he's from far away.  But, so is the other.  And well for that matter, so are most of the men in my life right now.  They are all from out of town, out of state, or out of the country.  I'm in love with the idea of escaping, and I think that the boys just add to this desire of mine.

I need to probably work on my paper now for graduate school.  I'll be back later.
Till then, lets promise to drink dark beer, fall for all the foreign men, and never give away our secrets