So I got this great idea for a painting. I really like it and Mickey looks fabulous...if i do say so myself. but the only problem is Minnie! why does she have to be so difficult?!?!?! I looked at her today and said, "now Minnie...please be reasonable. I know you want to look nice for Mickey, so just sit still and let me draw you!" But of course her mouth decided it wanted to be mean and not sit right...and it looked all crocked and long and dumb! She looked like a retarded mouse using speed. Then she decided at the last minute to go anerexic on me and was too thin! I finally looked at her and said, "Screw you and your lover Mickey I hate both of you! Go jump off a cliff and die!"

This is when I sat and pouted in frount of the painting. Of course my supportive parents walked by me as I pouted in the middle of my paint splattered shower current which I use as a paint mat, and said, "Wow that looks really good!" I could have murdered them with my brush...if only I could find the damn thing. I then spent a good forty minutes tearing apart my paint box, my brush holder, and everything within 10 feet of me, before I realized....oh wait it's in the one place I never look. my hair. I guess it's a habbit, sometimes I stick my hair up with a pen or pencil and forget it's there untill shower time. Then I freak out because I think it's the hand like in "The Grudge". STOP LAUGHING THIS IS SERIOUS!

Anyways so I cursed at Minnie and threatend to kill her if she didn't copperate. My mother told me that it looked fine and that I was over reacting. My final statment about this whole fucking event is that I have come to realize two things:

1. Disney sucks
2. My parents have found a new and more effective method of toture: telling me how great my sloopy painting is.


Bye everyone!

p.s. Hope no one was offended by my word choice. Ask Katherine, this is nothing compaired to how bad it can be when i'm seriously pissed!