rm_Almondnut 42F
318 posts
10/3/2005 9:17 pm

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6/8/2006 2:59 pm


I had a craptastic day. It started with a nightmare early this morning. I dreamed that I was a 4th grade teacher again, today was the first day of school, and I not planned any lesson plans nor seen the inside of my portable all summer. This is a reaccuring dream, one that's plagued me since I left teaching.

Had a slight tiff with my partner today because I was still depressed this morning over my artwork. He told me that I was depressed for 2 whole days and that I should be over it by now. I left the house angry.

Went to the post office to drop off a package to my dad.

I get to school and I spend an hour glazing my little 4 set pieces called Zoom Zooms. We have an impromptu critique on our current artwork. These little zooms are all I have in the room right now, so I show them. They get ripped apart by the class, saying that they are 'cute, but of little substance' and that they "look like I copied something from TV".

I head home, stop by the store and get a pomegranite to make me feel better. Of course, I open it up at home and the pomegranite is rotten inside.

I'm scared to open my email after a day like this.

keithcancook 60M
17718 posts
10/3/2005 11:46 pm

No kidding. This day was cursed before you even knew it was daytime.

Don't open the email till tomorrow, and read a book before bedtime. Maybe that will help deflect the bad dream.

Surely tomorrow will be an improvement on today. Well, hopefully...

toosexyforyou84 32M

10/4/2005 1:26 pm

I wrote this poem just for you.
I want you to read this... I love the way you look at me, Your eyes so bright and blue. I love the way you kiss me, Your lips so soft and smooth. I love the way you make me so happy, And the ways you show you care. I love the way you say, "I Love You," And the way you're always there. I love the way you touch me, Always sending chills down my spine. I love that you are with me, And glad that you are mine.

toosexyforyou84 32M

10/4/2005 1:29 pm

I wrote this for someone else that i been chatting for a while.

Unseen Friend by Iceman Although you are a friend of mine and letters we exchange, I wouldn't know you on the street, and doesn't that seem strange? You hold a place within my life, unusual and unique; We share ideals and special dreams, and still, we do not speak. I picture what I think you are, perhaps you picture me. An intriguing game for both of us for someone we can't see. So for this friendship we possess, we owe this mail a debt, Perhaps the charm lies in the fact that we have never met. well, do you like this poem???

funcpls 57M/57F
3 posts
10/5/2005 12:35 am

You did the shrines and wombs? maybe you could explore what hides in the mind? a view of the inside, if you will. Oh well, just a thought, clearly not an artist myself, just a wannabe. Glad you did something cute, serious tends to be so dark sometimes.
As to your day- looks like you got all the bad stuff in one shot, lucky you, nothing but good stuff for a while.

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