Adam James Art

Okay yes my creative energy needs to be dispensed or it turned into boredom and depression.

I feel like one of those foam soap dispensers, when my idea pumps out, its fluff.

HA. Oh man I should sleep.

It is -5 degrees outside, but it feels like -31, how do they come up with these things?

It's been a while since I've posted something of substance. Usually it's silly stuff in passing ( Read more... )

Since Mark DeRosa has been blogging, I think I might give it a shot again. Here's his blog.

And here's my entry.

I’m becoming a very superstitious person when it comes to the Chicago Cubs. I actually do think about what I wear at every game or what everybody else around me within my group is wearing and what I ate. I can tell you that every game ( Read more... )

I’m sitting here quite alone in my scrubs. I’m thinking about the day I’m going to have tomorrow, if I’ll go to school or not, what I’ll wear, if I should bring an umbrella. An acute loneliness sets in. The room is still, the fan is humming, and the fluorescent lights above me are burning my eyes. I feel numb. I don’t know what I’m looking forward ( Read more... )

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Silly dreams, about silly boys, that are not my boyfriend, but other boys (not that one katy).

The kiss was magnificent from what I remember, I made him gasp.

Silly dreams.

I'm sitting here at my computer. Adam might come over so I am completely on edge and excited. If he doesn't come I understand he's tired, but if he does... he's totally getting smothered with love. LOVE.

Man I smell, Stupid gym.

:EDIT:

He came while I was writing thing :D

Smothered.

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