Alright, so I have bits of my work area set up and I even started working on doing something with 2 corkboard bulletin things I’ve had for…7 years (“Hello, Hoarders? This is It. We should talk.”).
At this moment I’m debating whether not I will share photos of the work area considering that it’s still a mess. Some things are where they belong and others are not. Such such as cat litter. Does cat litter belong in my work space? Of course not, but chronic disorganization is the way in which I roll, people. There is no hope for me. Not even the cute Canuck professional organizer with the hot voice can save me (Hellen Buttigieg…look her up and agree with me! Her first name is spelled with 2 “L”s. It would be nearly impossible for her to not be attractive!).
Tomorrow I’m leading an Arts and Crafts class at a local nursing home. I know what you’re thinking: “They’re going to let the nude-loving-disemboweled-viscera-drawing-unstable It near sweet, delicate old people?” Yes. Yes, they are. Keep in mind, however, that along with art, macabre weirdness, words, and anatomy, another favorite thing of mine is chilling with the elderly, yo. I love it. It’s preferable to clubbing or…I don’t know- whatever other activities involve very little shiny clothing and large amounts of alcohol. That’s enjoyable too, but…different.
Before I continue going on and on about nothing, I’m going to affix some pics! The last one is the Dali door! My front door is in need of repair, so while I wait, I figured I would do some decorating.
It Does Art 