An introduction is in order. . .

Sometimes, I wish I was one of those super articulate artsy types who can bullshit their way through a showing of their work and rake in the money like a fat kid doing yard work. I've come to realize something over the years: That just ain't me.

I have to admit, I hate lying to people about their art. If I think it sucks, I generally say so. If I happen to believe that something that I've created is a gigantic piece of shit and should be doused in holy water then burned, I usually speak my mind.

For those of you who don't know me personally, I'm a 23 year old, pasty white American woman with a slightly warped lens and a rather conservative approach to life. I wasn't always like this. I used to smile all the time, get high listening to Pink Floyd, and dream about leaving this shit hole state for something bigger.

I've come to terms with the fact that I'm most likely not going anywhere any time soon, so I'm coping with the fact that no, I'm never going to be a famous artist. It's okay. I'm fine with it now.

Anyhow, the weather's rather nice. It's a lovely day to be a pessimistic bitch. Expect an abundance of snarkiness and a passel of photographs to keep you entertained.

Enjoy. . .