hope you like the new green carpet.

confession time:
it is 1 am and i'm painting.
i was listening to simon and garfunkel.
then i switched to enjoying some reggae.
the enjoying part ended a few minutes ago when i realized the bottle of forest green paint had tipped over.
i shouldn't drink so much caffeinated soda so late in the evening.
today i unclogged a vending machine.
sodas just kept coming out. pretty sure i paid for all of them with my angry money shoving act shortly before i decided to stick my skinny little arm inside the machine.
what can i say...i was thirsty.
a moth was crawling around in my box of paints. i didn't have the heart to kill it. and i was to lazy to let it outside. so there is a moth half crawling half flying somewhere closeby.
wearing a shirt that says "i am aroma therapy" and smelling a little too much like b.o. feels like a crime. what can i say...i live life on the edge.
today quincy told me how her best friend at school, daniel, licked her while they were on a field trip at the dinosaur museum. "teacher made him go to the back of the line. we aren't friends anymore."
quincy's kindergarten teacher is named "mrs. wing." quincy calls her either: "teacher" or "chicken wing."
what is art anyway?
how come sometimes cool people get all weird and dumb about the sillest little things and ruin everything? makes me so angry.
why are there so many unhappy and impatient people in this world?
i love people who are open and honest.
i love people who i can talk to after knowing for 5 minutes about deep things and know they care.
laughing so hard you're laying on the ground, bawling, peeing a little and kind of kicking/screaming/having a seizure....that is the best.
i did that so much tonight my abs hurt.
i love my sisters so much.
do you want a cookie?
that's what i say when people say stupid things.
i have a full on conversation with chloe every day without fail.
i hate the way florescent lights make me look like crap. and how i get to look at myself under them all day at work.
where would people go in the middle of the night if walmart wasn't open 24 hours a day?
a boxelder bug has been living in my shower for about a week. he hasn't left. and he hasn't drowned. and while i was showering and watching him crawl around i started wondering if he's living off of shampoo or should i feed him something. i even said hello.
i think i am beyone the point of exhaustion. and my feet are cold.