Craft No

fuck I can't even craft I'm so sick. Now Darren's sick too. This fucking sucks.

Holy Crap

I STILL have the plague. I'm dying over here.

I feel shitty

I feel like crap and I'm really pissy. Grrr.... That's all for today

Here's a link

to my Shrek wedding cake. http://www.craftster.org/forum/index.php?topic=278995.0

I'll post more here later. I've got a major headache and I'm going to throw up.

Craft Fair

The show fucking sucked. I ended up $5 in the hole and I think Robby made $3. We got a ton of comments on how cute our stuff was. Several enlightened shoppers told us how much they like our uniqueness. We got a lot of people telling us that everything we had was so different. That was nice, but not worth sitting there for 2 days staring at a nonsensical motivational poster in a rigid plastic chair. The whole thing was shitty. boo.

dotees

These dotees were made for some friends. No names yet so I don't spoil the surprise.

Dear Managment,

In my most deranged moment I wanted to seize a can of spray paint, tramp through the grassless ground cover of rocks to where your fortress lays. Picturesque in your faux glory; ads in a stupid lying book. I would shake my can of spray paint all the while knowing how it would look already. Why I picture it black when I only have blue spray paint I don't know. In my anger I make sharp stabbing letters as high as I can reach and as large as I can make them. Swallowing the lump in my throat like it was something non imaginary, sweating out tears of strangled rage I tell them all what you really are. You are heartless gutless swine. The job you do is utterly beyond my grasp. I cannot understand thriving as a person without pity. Your pitiless nature no doubt loves your work, but it would make me sick to my stomach every night.