You're sure it's not a silk Hermes scarf? 🤭
Someone took the label off. I don’t know. Poor Moz getting nit picked because he messed up. If he comes to me, maybe I’ll remember to chastise him. How should I punish him? Kiss him without brushing my teeth first?
 
Speaking of brushing my teeth, I have to run and do that. Heading to a cafe to paint with a friend shortly.
 
Painted the beginning of Good Projection Screen 5 at Starbucks with Jennifer.
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I have just heard from a well-placed source that Kenneth Copeland (the billionaire pastor) is secretly a member of Belle and Sebastian. He refuses to travel in economy on planes in case he might have to sit next to Tsar Caesar.
 
I’m feeling disgruntled again. Tantrummy. I resent people left right and centre. I don’t know what to do about it. The next time I write morning pages maybe I’ll figure it out. For now I’m refusing to do anything. I’m just sulking, essentially. Refusing to deal with anything. Angry, disappointed and frustrated. But I have so much going for me. My savings have dwindled, due to my rent hiking up $125 underhandedly. My visits to the restaurant and lately ordering pizza have eaten lots of my dough. Business cards cost a bit, but I really like having them to give away. The batch I last ordered probably won’t come out that well. Maybe they will. I’ll try to hold on until I write morning pages. This mood will pass.
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Enjoying this morning. Just finished writing morning pages. I’ve got this song in my head.

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Went to the pharmacy with about 20 Morrissey playlist cards in my pocket. Gave them all away to people who seemed grateful. There was one Asian guy walking on the sidewalk eating junk food from a brown paper bag and I wished I had a card for him because he looked miserable. Next time I go out maybe I will carry the remainder of the batch, about 35 cards. I’ve never been happier. Thank you Morrissey, for leading the way.
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I’m feeling disgruntled again. Tantrummy. I resent people left right and centre. I don’t know what to do about it. The next time I write morning pages maybe I’ll figure it out. For now I’m refusing to do anything. I’m just sulking, essentially. Refusing to deal with anything. Angry, disappointed and frustrated. But I have so much going for me. My savings have dwindled, due to my rent hiking up $125 underhandedly. My visits to the restaurant and lately ordering pizza have eaten lots of my dough. Business cards cost a bit, but I really like having them to give away. The batch I last ordered probably won’t come out that well. Maybe they will. I’ll try to hold on until I write morning pages. This mood will pass.
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love that word.. Tantrummy….
I shall start using immediately when I’m back at work in the morning 😙
 
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