when my dad said “I’m not smiling” during an argument several months ago, I should have asked him if he needed help learning
To my housemate: why the FUCK did you decide to go tent camping in November. You don’t camp regularly. You fucking loveblind dingus. You’ll freeze.
All it took was the complete implosion of social media for people to finally join the same spaces I have. Fair-weather friends can fuck right off as far as I’m concerned
I’d like to lease one of those tiny shacks on cape cod for the solitude and be one of those Coastal Elite artists but they’ll never choose some loser like me with no money that would live this way year round
I’m tired of my partner. I’m tired of this shithole city. I don’t need a vacation I need to get a new life
Thanks vent over see you all next time I need a late night rant space
what do you mean it took you a week to contact me and you don’t know my work, my prices and have failed to provide me the info I asked for at first contact
how do you survive on a daily basis with this much basic dysfunction
Like I’m not talking “busy lifestyle” here I mean that they approached me, asked for my contact info and then disappeared until I nudged them… and they didn’t message me until bedtime tonight…completely unprepared
I don’t think you really want this commission kid
I didn’t become an artist to deal with people with bad executive function. It’s like watching someone trip all over themselves to get to the checkout counter
I read about it on bitcoin magazine
