It’s probably a good thing I shouldn’t write down my feelins’ in public on here, because that’s all I did on Livejournal and I sounded like an idiot in retrospect.
My weed plant is ready to harvest! Setting the pieces out to dry now.
I’ve been trying to escape Facebook because it’s a death trap. It’s the fakest most self-important place online… the one thing I *hate* the most is how self-obsessed us artists kind of have to be in the world now. We have to work constantly, and share with the world constantly–in order to make money, somehow. The more people that follow us, the more money we will probably make. The art itself is not a competition but I believe that making a *living* off of art and making monies calls for a popularity contest in a sense.