Thursday, April 12, 2012
all filled up with what other people mean
Lately its been hard to find time to smell my own armpits, let alone the roses. I've been so snowed under with this and that and just trying to do the dishes in a reasonable fashion that I've had little time to do the things of importance, such as: hugging boyfriend when he gets home, cooking nice things to eat, drawing and listening to music. So in an attempt to improve the mood tonight I put on a Silver Jews record and sat down to draw. What is it with those guys? Halfways through Suffering Jukebox I was feeling the relief.