to 3am.
I am awake. I wish I had a large amount of Sculpey clay, and a house to destroy and fuck up and beautify as my own. Maybe I'll ask my family for like, Home Depot gift cards or something for Christmas, and I can just go buy a buncha stuff and fuck around with it. I need a creative outlet that yields physical results, seeing as my musical abilities seem to be lesser as of late. I'd like to cook. I'd like to sculpt. I'd like to build fountains. I'd love to sew. But, I'm tragicly short on cash and time.
sigh.
1 comment:
I like this. I feel your pain.
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