being an adult is hard
it’s hardly 9am & i already ruined my day.
i’ve picked up a nasty habit of saying things outloud then repeating them.. quietly.. out loud.. in an odd voice… well! sure beats my last habit of gagging noises. which to armins appreciation, has not ceased to exists.
first world problems 101:
i ordered a veggie quesadilla & had it boxed up togo. got back to work to have a bite & the waitress didn’t togo-package the guac. RUDE.
if i were clothes, i’d fold myself.
clothes are such a hassle.
THIS SINUS INFECTION IS PARALYZING MY ABILITIES TO LIVE.
it would be much to my appreciation if an artist statement could just consist of a myspace survey. really, if i just had the means to ‘back up’ that idea. i’m not sure. i just can’t be bothered to write one, so here mfa schools and residencies, how’s this work?
name: mallory rose
hair color: ginger by choice
last boy kissed: unknown
closest thing to you that’s red: is this a trick question?
pepsi or coke: no, high fructose corn syrup bleh!
favorite food: avocados
favorite drink: anything delicious
pets: 3 if you don’t include my brother
siblings: 3 if you don’t include my pets
i mean, essentially that’s all there is to know about me
I HAVE RASPBERRIES BUT I WISH THEY WERE STRAWBERRIES
never not trying to be jeannie
whenever im at work, i want to go home and draw
whenever im off work, i want to go home and sleep