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I saw boobies.
So last night Matt and I went to a life drawing session (as opposed to a life drawing class- this was just a bunch of people doodling as opposed to being taught). The chick was wearing this weird old lady wig which was hard to sketch. By the end of the two hours I was pretty spent, but it was something which I'd sorely needed for a long time. After distancing myself from an activity that at one stage defined me, it was sort of like coming home. Once again embracing something so familiar. I tried not to care about how imperfect the result was. Matt had been smart enough to crosshatch his epic sketches instead of smudge (kinda), though somehow we both ended up covered in graphite.
Ugh, I should have a completed radio show for tomorrow and yet I have not even started. Shoe shopping with Kylie and laughing at people with Matt is so much more fun ;_;
Ugh, I should have a completed radio show for tomorrow and yet I have not even started. Shoe shopping with Kylie and laughing at people with Matt is so much more fun ;_;
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