Ice creams and cliffs

I want chocolate chip cookie dough ice cream. Soft and kind of warm, the ready to eat kind. I am beginning to believe the group of morons i live with now will never figure it out. I am going to have to keep my cold food at ravels and only eat microwaveable none refrigerated foods here. They ate all my butter. The one that said LAURA'S ONLY FUCKERS on the top. Which maybe me writing "fuckers" on the top made it asking for it. But still i hate these stupid fucking bitches.
Sometimes i really do think they do it on purpose. It's like they want me to break their dishes and pour soap down the sink. spill out their oil and report the dog.
I wish her boyfriend would fucking move out. He is a real winner like there never was one. He decided fuck school i hate this shit. So he stole his car for money to live off of for a year which is more than a year by now. So he is driving her car, which he got into a wreak and gave a bad number to the victim and run out on paying for it. He uses all the other food/ dishes in the house. He lives here without paying rent. He is a total asshole of a nice guy guy. I hate them more than plain assholes. Ones that pretend they are nice guys. Eats my food, steals everything and i hate them all really.
If Ravel dropped out of school, he would drop into the single world. I'm not paying for some slacker asshole.

I am going to be a total pain in the ass until they all leave. I am taking the T.V. tonight and i am taking the rest of my things from the living room that doesn't need to be cold.

I hope they all move out and drive over a cliff soon.

No more.

Ok i'm done. I hope.

Dam.

I want to remake this dam thing again. It comes out all fucked up. I hate the pin up thing not working too.

Today is HOT!

It's to hot outside and i am tired of filling out applications for jobs who look at and don't want me already.

"All Art is Quite Usless."

I paint sometimes.
I wouldn't call myself a painter.

I do a self portrait every year to see how i've improved.

"Self Port. 2007."

"Self Port. 2008"
I haven't done one this year.

"Post Post Mod" 2008.

"OctoBasket." 2009
This is a basket.
It's made out of electrical wire, duck tape, bottle caps, paint, and clear tubing.

"Ravel." 2009
My self port this year is going to match this one.

"Cows go Pop" 2009 Screen Print/ Stamping
This isn't really finished idea wise but i like it.

"Hot Legs." 2009
Screen Printing/ Painting.

"Pancakes and Wives" 2009
Stamping/Screen Printing/ Painting

"Space Cowboy" and "Gangster of Love" 2009
It's what we are.

"Red Net." 2009
My first real shot at Erotic Art.
I love this painting. It's my best by far.

Detail.

They buried me alive. My sister should be here beside me.

So i don't know about the people who read the shit i write, maybe i am wrong. In my simple American Girl Childhood, i learn a couple things i concerted to be common household knowledge.

• Put the side down.
• Clean up after you're self
• Don't break all the eggs
• Trash that goes outside the door doesn't disappear
• Listen to the our house mates
• Don't steal dishes
• Don't use what isn't fucking yours
• Don't Cross Laura FUCKING Green
• Don't Steal
• oil
• laundry
• laundry detergent
• food
• eggs (that's food too)
  
• Don't put chicken bones down the stink, throw them in the trash!
  
• Buy more toilet paper when we are out
  

Water and Showering

I am having a lot better of a day. I wish Ravel was here to cuddle with. I also don't wanna shower. I really have to though. I hate that. I hate showering. It's not relaxing or comforting, it's boring and cold and i get wet. I don't like water a lot.