Dude, wheres my kiln?
Dear Christina Marie,
i am calling bull shit on you. Not a big ripe juicy rare bull pie, but a nice compact little pellet. But lets not forget that pellets are still a form of ammo!
Are you improving in long twrm panic, yes. Are you anything but a small little neophyte trying to become a functioning amoeba, yes.
Aka i woke up at 4 am and laid in bed thinking of work and firings and deadlines. Good lord, the fact that i started this writing in 3rd person should be a neon sign blarig "creative crisis chaos crest is crescendoing dow upon the careful but clueless christina..."
But it will get done. I jazzed and Stevie worked his magic. Im thinking of printkng a list of Captain Haddocks deacriptive phrases so I can rant and moan and bitch without feeling like I am throwing my goal of minimum cursing out the window. Or blowing up in a kiln.
So this is it for today folks! 7:15am and jazzhands, grocery store and daily blog, ✅ ! Coming soon, porcelain adventures, showering crosswording coffeeing breakfasting hanging w my young friend for a few hours until im back at the creative cliff of clayville! Wish me luck!!! And happy monday 😄