I love the new lily.

I have to admit. Me with the templates...a lot like me with the shoes. And my seasonal Sex and the City craving hasn't at all helped my shoe craving.

I'm showing some of my paintings to some interior designers this weekend. Urg...nerves. Who knew you didn't really have to be talented to be an artist?

I've been thinking a lot about Art lately. Been thinking about all the uncultivated talent around here. We were planning to go on vacation to Gatlinburg, but I think now we're going on a Gallery tour in Atlanta. Plus, my friend David lives in Atlanta, so we won't have to stay in a hotel.

Sunday was my one year anniversary with my adorable boyfriend. We celebrated the day by both forgetting all about it. But, true to form, he made sure to tell me I've looked "slammin'" this week. A gal can take a compliment like that.

Tell me what I want to do with my life, masses! I know it's not databases or admin bullshit, or telemarketing or bill collecting, even though I love harrassing insurance companies all day. It's sort of my quiet way of saying "fuck you" to a person or two. I know I want something artistic to do, something involving. But what? Cosmetology? Eeeeh...I don't know about hair enough, and the last thing I learned about skincare was the T-zone. Makeup would be fun, or rather to be a "Makeup Artist". Anything involving fashion, beauty, and style. Three things I personally could pay a little more attention to. You know, personally.

(yes i realize I was redundant. I was trying to be cute. oh nevermind.)

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