I pretend I'm talking to Satan. It usually provides me with surprisingly judicious advice or complete indifference.
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Annavelle and I finished our painting on Friday night after eating some very good apple pie. I will include a picture of it at some point (the painting). It is the fourth painting I have completed in my adult life, the second one that has been a joint effort. The cathartic effects of painting are staggering. A blank white canvas and cheap latex paint fills me with an incredibly welcome sense of responsibility; to myself, to god, Annavelle, my friends, my family, my unborn children, their unborn children, to the canvas itself...
The weekend was pretty relaxing and ended with us reading through the waning hours of Sunday night. She had picked up my copy of Iceberg Slim's "Pimp" and I was researching a midterm for my Women's Studies class. Life can be a pretty sweet fruit.
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