I always let you know whenever i do things other than complain about my life here. for example, I occasionally let you in on my fascinating adventures in online shopping, such as my recently having bought this:
https://www.mytheresa.com/en-de/isabel-marant-etoile-cyriel-striped-jacket-933726.html
I just love the way Isabel marants open book logo has been incorporated on the front. it's for smart, interesting girls which is why I thought I should have it. I don't expect you to like it though because not only are you not interesting in the slightest but I don't feel it's really the sort of thing that would suit sun damaged cougars who probably think Armani is still
as for the rest, I'm sure your art is stellar.let's see, I bet you work for star magazine. working for star magazine strikes me as just the sort of thing a person who works for star magazine would think is art, and you strike me as just the sort of person who would work for star magazine. if you are an actual artist than I need not tell you that every artist produces art in their own way and at their own pace. Seurat would make one painting a year; his contemporary van gogh would make one a day. some people write a novel in three months; others spend ten years writing a novel. to not allow art to manifest in its own time is to be nothing but an art bully (and a rank philistine). I will admit that I have probably not been anywhere near as productive as I could've been due to a number of factors: one) being considered gifted since early childhood you don't really develop that same drive to prove yourself that effects the no-talents of this world; that is to say, it just simply never occurred to me that my simply existing wasn't enough (that, of course, was before I had to contend with having a cottage cheese faced pot smoking old man for a neighbour. (no bugs though, thank you very much)); 2) I inherited a small sum of money when I turned 19 which I used to live off of for years wherein, not having to work (even though I probably SHOULD have been working, or at least going to school a little more often than I did but see #3), I cultivated a des esseintes style existence until it ran out; 3) since the age of 10 to about 30 I had all consuming body dysmorphia that saw me spending 24 hours a day in front of the mirror, setting up mirrors and moving them around the house, measuring and remeasuring my inseam, my arm span, etc, which meant that I could not focus on anything else (not that I'm not homely for real, but body dysmorphia was not about feeling homely for me, not about having a bad hair day or whatever, it was a completely surreal feeling attached to embodiment itself and an inability to reconcile different mirror images, and the removal of the self as archimedean point. and it is addicting because the absolute truism of mirrors is that the more sense you try to make of them, the less sense they make (it's a fascinating subject really, if nothing else I could probably write a book about that)). so yes, I did waste a great deal of time in my twenties doing absolutely nothing, I will admit. but I'm not upset about that at all, really (although that may be the reason im a little disproportionately upset about my eyelids) because as Gertrude stein says:
It takes a lot of time to be a genius, you have to sit around so much doing nothing, really doing nothing. but now I feel that I am ready to begin my life (and be the genius I was born to be)--and strangely enough this feeling began when I discovered mozzer. coincidence? maybe. but let's say it isn't and give moz the glory (love you, honey bunny! call me!). as for making comparisons between you and me? allow me to paraphrase Tennyson's Ulysses: You work your work,
I mine. (please note the vainglorious, meaning-filled tone with which the last two words are to be imbued. imagine me smoking a cigarette and blowing the smoke in your face as I utter those words).
If they simply try to talk to you, you tear into them pretty good, I must say.
