the joys of becoming a teenage prostitute, or in my case: a blood crazed gladiator.
I recently lost 1/3 of my income. It sucked.
I learned to shop, I don’t eat very much prepared food.
I haven’t been doing much in the way of painting as of late.
I’m working a lot at my pizza job to try and make them dollars and following that with lifting weights.
I may becoming obnoxious about that and let it rule my interweb social media persona. Why not?
I will always use the Brutal Fattery “brand” even if I become “fit” as I’ve been overweight since birth, I had a broken collarbone to prove it.
I have purchased some of the necessary items to begin screen printing out of my basement. This could be very cool, though it sounds like work.
My t-shirt sales have outnumbered my art sales greatly. Even if being a painter is more dignified than some sort of fashionista, I want my art out there, and this may speed up the process.