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Hi. I'm back.

I guess things are still completely fucking lunatic here.




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Thanks for making sure Darlington didn't suffocate in his nautical-themed sweater vests or whatever while I was out.

you guys, art class critique is the worst.

it's basically what it sounds like: your whole class gets together and critiques each other's work. half of what people say is artsy bullshit that they think sounds smart, a quarter of it is mean just for the sake of being mean, another twenty percent is completely insane, and then the final five percent is actually useful commentary on the work.

someone told me "i hate that you used paint." IN PAINTING CLASS. another guy commented on the raw sexuality of my painting OF A CAVE. and i didn't even get the worst of it! they made this one girl cry, and like, no, her painting wasn't that good, but it wasn't that bad either.

i need a nap. or maybe half a chocolate cake.

I still have a large piece of kraken meat taking up space in Brigitte's freezer. I don't know how long kraken meat keeps for and I think it's time to give Brigitte her space back, so tonight I'll be at [name of beach] with a bonfire to cook up this hunk of meat and find out what it tastes like.

If anyone wants to give it a try, please join me. I have a pretty good appetite, but there's no way I'm going to be able to eat it all. And if kraken isn't your thing, I'll have some weanies to roast too (that's what they're called, right? Weanies?)

Also booze and I promise it's not fish flavored.

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