Hey peoples. I am so bummed that I haven’t been able to keep up on all the tumblr action lately. I took a temp job that is basically sucking the life out of me for the next couple of weeks. I guess I was spoiled for the 5 months I got to stay home and do nothing but paint all day. I have no energy when I get home to do anything! Tonight was the first time I’ve painted in a week and a half. I can’t wait till this assignment is over.

Working is for losers and squares.

This is a painting I did of my boyfriend, Eric for his birthday. I wanted him to know what a rock star I think he is :)

sunshine….. tube tops….. the scent of cotton warming in the sun…. pale ale…. laughter…. open windows…. music…. inspiration…. smiles of friends….paints…. pencils…. flip-flops…. sex…snuggles…kisses…. tired to my bones….

sleep.

sleep.

dream.

recharge.

wake.

energy.

create.

live.

“Entering a World of Pain”, acrylic on Canvas

This is a painting I did of Walter from The Big Lebowski as a house warming gift for my friends Darren and Gary. Darren LOVES Walter.

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well, hello there… good morning sunshine :)

I just bought the pillow case to this sheet set at a thrift store. I’m going to make a fun little sun dress out of it to wear to Cleveland’s Pride Festival this summer!!

Cleveland is the proud home of the real life “FAIL” sticker. get yours at www.failsticker.com !

(I love my city!!)

This guy is amazing. Check out his myspace page by clicking on the link, and look at his other work!

If you could see my soul… I bet this is what it would look like.

It’s Smile Friday, and since I literally haven’t given a true smile in a photo since I was about 3 years old, how about one that will make you smile??

Have a great weekend, everyone!

mfs:

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Ah, Janis. You rock me daily.

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who the….who the FUCK drinks this shit?

I drink it.  I drank it before the fucking hipsters latched on to it and made the price go up at the stores in Richmond.

Clevelanders drink the PBR. But we perfer it out of giant cans the size of our heads. It’s definitely not the most delicious beer I’ve ever had, but I like the way holding it makes me feel so rediculous. I always like to imagine that the mere act of holding the can up all night is burning off all the empty beer calories :)