Ezmerelda Endora Enid

It's so very strange when all three of the other cohorts in my family are asleep... so quiet.

I have been close to pulling my hair out over the lameness of cleaning, day in, day out. Blah, blah. That's nothing new.

So, what do I have that's at least somewhat interesting to say?

Not quite sure.

As an artist, it really pisses me off that I have creative blocks when my life is void of drama. Ah.... will I ever be satisfied? Maybe. No. Yes. .... We'll see together, won't we??

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Got some more 2nd hand lamps.... (Weee for friends who do trash-outs!). They're a set, and just my old lady style. Best (and most annoying) part? The wire on one of them shorts out constantly, so it's like the ghosts are playing tricks with my lighting. Oooo oooo oooo....

In addition to the lamps, I got some great couches and chairs (a 2-couch, 2-rocking chair set) that all go together. Problem is, the color scheme is just slightly off of what the rest of my place is. How to remedy this? RED SHARPIE. I LOVE my red sharpie. Instead of the completely orange velvet rocking chairs, they now are orange with red trim. Add to that mix my red pompom pillow. The couches are that fantastic flower pattern that we all hated of our chain-smoking grandmothers'... (or was that just me?)... Super freaking fantastic, and definitely straddling the should-be-tacky line. And with just a touch of SHARPIE??? PERFECT.

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In other news, I've got two possible mural jobs, and I badly need a website overhaul. Mine sucks. And I'm too lazy to want to do a lot of tweaking... Bah.

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Gypsy card of the day:

Apparently, I am a flattering braggart. Nice. I can see that.