fucking picasso can go fuck him and his fucking cubism buddies in their stupid geometrical fucking world

i literally spent about 7 hours on my art today. woke up at 1pm from storm (OMG THERE WAS A TORNADO IN AVOCADO AVONDALE!) got shit to eat, procrastinated on fb, twitter and skype and started to actually do a little bit at 3. i kinda multitasked that with skype until 5,  which is when i really buckled down until 9ish when i had dinner (we have dinner really late...) and watched a bit of rugby and did more art, and then did the dishes and then buckled down on my art again until 12, when i stopped and started packing up.

and i'm STILL not finished!

FUCK!