Yes, Poor Jake Amadeus Seymour Despereux is doomed.
Just when I was starting to like him.
Now, down to brass tax...
I have been back to Chicago for a week and I have realized that the break was WELL NEEDED. Since I have been back, I have been sketching like a mad woman. I couldnt even think of Fashion back home which scared me a bit. I tried hard to sketch, but i was dry, blocked, incapable. I refused to force any sort of creativity so left it alone.
When I came back, I helped my bestie with one of her birthday dresses, and had a metaphorical headache from the frozen, sleeping wheels in my mind, as they creaked and croaked to life. I was relieved to say the least, that I was finally capable of being inspired, of having my eyes staring off and cloaked with an idea of how to make somthing better.
Thats really all I have for today...
Wish me sane, wish me somthing,
AriVee*
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When you catch Monsieur Jake Amadeus Seymour Despereux, send him to me. I will make chili. And feed it to my foes in this town. That'll show em. Heh heh heh.
Yum...Rat Chili...
They will love it, when the die
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