poor poor Co-Worker.

i wish i could tell him i'm taking off soon, and then promise to raise hell for him in the interim. but, i cannot.

because i don't really care that much.

she is such a dick though. i'd go so far as saying she's a dickface.

this, of course, doesn't mean that i wouldn't want to watch her mud wrestle some other lady with porn knocks, but i mean, that's so totally beside the point, isn't it?

all morning was completely bizarre, since i actually had work to do. nothing passes the time more smoothly than having tons and tons and tons of mind-numbing, soul-crushing data entry.

i smell really good, though, so i am feeling ok.

also, my insides feel pretty good, so it seems i didn't need an internal organ massage, nor did i need philipino psychic surgery, i just needed tequila.

hmm, fancy that!

also, last night i worked on the other canvas i have. it had looked pretty good before i touched it last night and now i am not so sure. i mean, it looks good, but it's definitely in an in between stage. i wish i had a digital camera last night, it would have been so awesome to take a picture of all the paintings i have done on that canvas so far. like, with the one i finished this weekend, there were about 7 different paintings that i did on it before i settled on the final one. last night i went through about 4 paintings, including how the canvas looked when i first started. 4 paintings in about an hour!

now, though, it's in this middle-place. i don't really like it, but i do like the amount of paint that's on the canvas. texture, yeah. so, even if i have to start all over again, it's all ok, i have some ideas.

speaking of freaky dreams (what?), i had two of the freakiest last night! first, i was in the basement with my brother, and we were painting, but there was more light, which was a godsend, since it's so fucking dark down there.

anyway, so we are painting, and i was working on this canvas that is about 2x the size of the one i am working on now, and i throw pennies on it to stick to the paint, because i'm abstract, or something.

and this guy, who was like sergio, but not, but kinda was, he picks up the canvas and bangs the edge of it against the ground so the pennies will fall off.

it is at this point in the dream where i go completely ape-shit and start chasing the almost-sergio around the room, eventually jumping on his back, slamming him to the ground and then beating the holy hell out of him, i mean, fist into face over and over and over again.

i have my hand on his throat, and the other hitting his face-plate until it's just this bloody soft mess.

and then i get up and go back to painting.

and also then, sergio-almost jumps up and is fine.

and then, there's a weird cowboy brass thing stuck to my painting, but i just paint over that.

PART (DREAM?) TWO

i walk out of the basement, and suddenly i am on a strip akin to the third street promenade in santa monica, but not as busy and it was all in rusty and dark earth tones.

so i am walking down this strip, but i only have on a black bra, and a pair of jeans. and motorcycle boots.

and, i am madonna. (with dark curly/wavy hair like mine)

so i/madonna am walking down the street in my bra, and people are like "whoah, that chick's in just her bra!" and i feel all empowered because as we all know the breasts are the vehicle by which us women will be driven to equality, and freedom, and then, world domination.

and then, this chick who looks like angelina jolie shows up and starts walking down the street with me, and i realize it's gia and she starts hitting on me and feeling me up.

and then i have on a cowboy hat, which i put on her while we start making out against an adobe wall and then some other chick shows up and it's all really hot,

and i have adobe all over my skin/bra/jeans just like i had paint all over me last night when i went to bed, and that's how i woke up this morning with paint all over my hands/face/neck/arms

and we're just kind of rolling around, and i'm not madonna anymore, i'm just me, and then there's a motorcycle

and that's it.

i don't know how, but somehow while i was painting last night in my painting shirt/pants, i got paint on my thighs.