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a day by anyother rose might stab me
Feb. 8th, 2005 09:52 amI feel better today. Something about less sleep and more laughter helped out last night. Thanks to all y'all who made it better yesterday. Being high maintenance is so boring.
with that - an excerpt from my bio struggle last night, that by the end of it completely amused me for it's cliche'd artist angst*
Cindy is also apparently very dull. So dull in fact that she cannot think of anything to say about herself that does not revolve around meaningless jobs that she has never liked and therefore is not interested in utilizing those experiences to define who she is as a person or as an artist. These days Cindy is beginning to wonder if there is any grand difference between herself and an unremarkable weathered fencepost, slowly falling apart on an abandoned farm in the wasted landscape of america's heartland.**
*this did not make the final cut
**I really enjoy writing about myself in the third person - it feels completely surreal
with that - an excerpt from my bio struggle last night, that by the end of it completely amused me for it's cliche'd artist angst*
Cindy is also apparently very dull. So dull in fact that she cannot think of anything to say about herself that does not revolve around meaningless jobs that she has never liked and therefore is not interested in utilizing those experiences to define who she is as a person or as an artist. These days Cindy is beginning to wonder if there is any grand difference between herself and an unremarkable weathered fencepost, slowly falling apart on an abandoned farm in the wasted landscape of america's heartland.**
*this did not make the final cut
**I really enjoy writing about myself in the third person - it feels completely surreal
