ShagmoorLounge

January 28, 2005

Some idiots wrote me a bunch of emails today about some other idiot. I guess that's what I get for taking over a blog. Glad the blog straightened it's ass out. I knew the code would flush overnight. Hopefully all the idiots who are still writing about the drama that went before will figure out that I now own this blog and I don't give a rat's fucking ass about some loser or what anyone said about him or if anyone agrees or disagrees with what was said. Who could possibly be so fucking important that anyone would give enough of a shit to comment? No one I know.

I'll tell you what's important to comment on. Alex is turning 5. I'll be there. Will you?

Today was a basic day. I woke up late. It was past noon before I rolled off the couch. My bed is covered with the latest project. I need a work space. I went down to the Potholder and while I was waiting for my breakfast I saw an ex of mine. She was with another ex of mine. I didn't know they knew each other. I don't give a fuck. For a half a second I wondered if they'd gotten to know each other by talking shit about me but then I remembered that I don't give a fuck. I hope they enjoy each other's company. I don't hold anything against either of them.

So then a guy I know came in and sat with me. He told me he had a lot of jobs lined up. They're all a lie. He's hard up. I thought about throwing him a client I can't stand. I'll think about it. It's either throw the client out the window or throw this guy a bone.

I'm going up to Silverlake tomorrow. I have to find the right kind of silkscreen frame for the big project. I also need the right tone of browns. Maybe I should have my friend's dog just come over and shit in the bucket. Then later when they analyze my art like in The Red Violin I'll become the famous shit artist. They'll tell everyone my art is shit and I'll just think to myself Goddamn right it is, fucker. That would amuse me

The Shadow knows 9:42 PM
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