Being unemployed sucks ass. I know that it gives me unlimited time to make love (read: to do obscene things) with my cameras and laptop, but really....after you've gotten off X amount of times, how much more fun can you have with it, without needing to miss it for awhile?

I'm a delayed gratification kind of girl. I like to want something. Having all I want at my fingertips (such as time, time and well...more time) just doesn't get my juices running. I know. Whiner. Complainer. Blah, blah, blah.

A year ago, I was complaining about not having enough time to devote to my artistic beauty (read: fingerpainting). But being an artist, I thought that was what it was all about. The inception, not the actual carrying out. Coming up with the ideas is super easy but faced with a blank canvas or an empty compact flash card and I'm a dithering mess. Most of the time.

Ok, enough complaining. Now I have to go outside and get some stuff done. I'm going to go see if I can get a pretty face so I can be featured in Merkley???'s
http://threequestionmarks.com/blog/blog.html coffee table book. But I suspect I outweigh the average model by 50 pounds. What can I say?

I'm generous. Bountiful. Rubenesque. Burlesque. HA. Pretty words to say eff ay tee.

love,
G.