I Can't pArt With You

Today's been a rather normal day. Once again, the crazy drug-user sat next to me on the bus ride home.
Our bus broke down. Haha. That was good.
In Westwood, this homeless guy came up to me and said, "You know, I've made 10 million dollars from drugs. I'm from outerspace. One day my children will be from outerspace."

Good to know; thank you Sir.

I haven't painted an extraordinary amount while I've been here, but I have. I wish I could do more -- it's quite theraputic -- but there is Project Runway (*sigh* I'll admit I'm a sucker for it) or life to be attending to.



I don't have a name for that one. It was amazing doing it though.



This is titled "Pwayed Whatney." It was for Justin. There's something about it that is causing me to have a difficult time letting go. I'm not used to white canvas, perhaps.

I'm going to San Diego tomorrow. Justin is going to Minnesota tomorrow. Family Camp.

I'm going to miss him.
Genuinely.
I can't lie.