Thursday, April 05, 2007
Why
I want to post a video and both Google and Youtube tell me that my blog login information is not correct. Yet it is the login name and password I use every time. Why am I the only person who can't post videos. I hate computers. I hate the internet, I hate everything, I hate the arts, I hate every person and every item that I can see and even those items I can't see. Puke. You may say I am over-reacting but I say no. This is the appropriate reaction. My fortune is mucky like your shoe-bottom after you stepped in dog poo.
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I am hopeless and feckless. Last week I had the flu real bad. Fever and pointlessness, illness through and through. Now I am in possession of the hershey squirts and the woman's disease. I want to KILL every pet.
There is no point to life is what I am here to tell you.
My drawings suck ass, I hate my studio and I can't paint. I am incompetent and bad at math.
I am growling and snarling.
At least you have your health. Oh, wait....
At least I have:
1. hermaphroditism
2. cantilevers
3. feralness
4. goiters
5. beans
Hi other MM. How are your paws?
I am more angry than ever. The hate is stronger than it was 5 minutes ago. There is no purpose to anything.
To illustrate how shallow I am, I was feeling in a similar trench as you till I caught some good waves. Then, magically, bye bye sad mad hopeless. I doubt you are so shallow, dear MM, and so I am sorry about your pointless.
The paws are good, but I fin d them difiklutr to type with.
You should shave your paws into hand shapes. Think about it.
Hi Capt'n! That is not shallow. It sounds healthy. I am lacking in mental health as you know. Instead of catching waves I am catching looks at my fat ass in the mirror. It is so relaxing.
I like to do that too as a meditation technique. Now I must go to the doctor so that she can explain to me medically about my fat ass.
I hope the hating gets more pleasant for you very soon. Does booze make a difference?
xoxo
Dear MM..
I've been having one of those weeks...months..er quarters. Not quite years but it sure seems that way. US keeps asking me when things will slow down a bit - mainly at work as he hates to see me so worked up....
So I keep chanting under my breath: "I love my clients, I LOVE my CLIENTS, I LOVE MY CLIENTS..."
Then I self medicate - chocolate, cookies, Easter eggs, alcohol, etc.. And put the phone on 'Ignore'.
hi mm. i too am hating. although today is somewhat better. did you login with your google account and password not the old blogger account? maybe try this. i don't know.
i threw away 4 drawings the other night. and then sat in a chair for 1 hour and then went home.
i haven't done my taxes yet either
I tried the new google acct. and the old blogger acct., FB. When I use the old blogger it says this account has migrated to google. So then I use my google acct. which is my freaking email address & password which obviously I know and I am logged into blogger while I try this, but no. It doesn't work. There is this video I have been trying to post for like 2 weeks. That is how stupid I am.
Anyway. FB I should probably throw some drawings away too. I have been working on the same 3 drawings for like the past month and a half. They all suck and I am not sure why I am even doing them. ALSO I HATE MY STUDIO. Wait I said that already. IT SUCKS. HATES ARE HERE TO STAY!!!!!!!!!!!!
Booze doesn't help anymore. What I need is a tiger tranquilizer. Sorry to be so morose.
poops mm. poops. that is weird with the vid.
at least you 'work on' art. i just sit and stare and get in a bad mood. but i am sorry about your studio. mine is sucky lately with the whining boyfriend/girlfriend combo on the other side of the wall who are ALWAYS there working on their important artwork. but it's otherwise ok. whatever. the booze not working anymore is a problem mm. xanax sprinkles?
I need a cup filled with xanax sprinkles. A full large cup. Nothing less. Poison the boyfriend/girlfriend artist combo. Powerfully poison them so they will not wake from slumber. I have many mean ideas today.
mm & fb, I would like to request that if you throw drawings away, please throw them into my apartment? I will take any scraps of anything.
mm, I recommend for treatment of "why" that you mail a bag of exploding elephant excrement to Blogger.
i want to hate piss on evrything. Don't throw away your drawings MM, i love them. But I hate everything else in life, I want o shave my face off. Do you have any rusty razors with leg hair and blood ?
Yes. There are rusty razors ready for you in the parlor.
what about painting your studio lavender and getting some wall sconces, would that help you like your studio?
A new high profile art boy moved into my studio building recently, he totally ignores me. Yesterday I came out of the shared bathroom at the end of our hall not bothering to button my pants because I like to save time by buttoning on the walk back to my studio, he caught me coming out of bathroom with pants open. Of course this is the one time he choses to say hello. Why do i do stuff like this?
It felt worse then this sounds but fuck him, whatever.
hey floralady, why so sanctimonious? I would like to personally invite you to cram a Glade® airfreshener up your not-so-freshness.
Dera MM:
Went to church and oddly enough it calmed me down...does this make me a sanctimonious prat?
Blame may WASP upbringing...
i hate anonymous. you have puss in your face and your mother has worms.
PS: i love corny.
Can you believe it? Anonymous prankster is my mother. I deleted her. That's how it is. I am not kidding.
placenta
I feel sick.
you can be sick on me, mm.
p.s. mm, did I just tell you mom to, um you know? wow. huh. maybe i was talking to my own actual mother? oh, this is real therapy-fodder.
Hi USB, I want to try church. Slothy, endless thanks to you. Me loves you.
mm, you are church. my love for you is deep & undying. I will summon the norf*ckneasters to form a shield to protect you from the badness, mm. hugs.
Yes MM, you are in the Norf*ckneaster's bubble of light!
Fuck parents coming to the blog anyhow. Mom of MM, If you happen to read this, i'm sure you are teriffic and we all love your son, but please to be fucking off.
It was a dark day my father discovered my blog. Now everytime I see him, he comments on how he read this or that on my blog, I have to totally ignore him and make pretend he's talking about something else. Parents need to fuck off.... I say that with love.
Sorry. Feel free to deleat my comment MM.
Thanks Corny. I love you and your unbuttoned hallway pants. I am a son who does not appreciate disrespect in my place of sanctuary. I am going to pretend everything unpleasant is talk of something pleasant from now on. Let's kick into the night, high kicks of fucking off.
I will not deleat, neither will I delete. Not wise acreage from the Corn purveyor.
You all are my rays of yellow.
I must re-say also that Sloth is a thing of wonder. Glory be and praise be to Sloth.
"high kicks of fucking off"... mm, that is the purest holiest scripture of Yes.
i'm gonna go cuddle with my cell phone now ems. g'night.
Thanks Slothy. I took my trusty Lunesta and conked out until morning. I dreamed I had a new studio in New Jersey that I had to swim to. I swam across the Hudson, over a bridge filled with water, until I climbed ashore and jumped onto subway cars, getting in while they were moving from doors in the roof.
I drempt I was a student at Princeton University and I wouldnt leave my dorm room. The sex pistols were playing downstairs, I finally went to see them and they were all old black gentelmen.
the water-bridge is sublime. I crossed the beer bridge on all fours last night.
yes, i react like this in similar situations, like, when i am attacked by pickles originating from the upper east side that hit me upside my head like my german grandmother, falling freely from the sky, gaining speed and giving me a concussion.
addiewuensch.com
make sure you come to my next art show. i promise it will be obnoxious and worth your ridicule
:-)
-addie wuensch
opening is
july 26, pure project gallery
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