It's A Bit Nutty Wouldn't You Say?

Mood: contented
Music: 'Auf Asche' - Franz Ferdinand

I have come to terms with the loss of my fine little aquatic friend - he's swimming with the Jesus fish now.
...And The Mother has promised to take me out to get another one. (Another fish that is, not another Jesus though I wouldn't mind one of those either.)

[Note the listening material has mysteriously switched to Duran Duran.] [hehe!]

I know I should probably be using this time to contribute to my art project which I am legions behind on, but no matter how strong (or medicated) a person is there is only so much Seibert one can handle without turning a sharp object upon themselves. So you see, I'm not really slacking off here but merely taking preventative measures so as not to come to any harm. I've discovered why artists go crazy, and it's not because of the various toxic chemicals in the paint - it's the people they're stuck with. Ask yourself this - have you ever met a true artsy type and not privately wondered to yourself if they are missing significant (communicative or other) portions of their brain? ...And that's not necessairily a bad thing - indeed, the spiceiest of people in life are without question insane. However, sometimes they turn out to be nothing more than glorified tarts. ...Which brings me back to Mrs. Seibert.

I'm going to go turn into Van Gogh now and cut off my ear.

Toodles!