dragonlady7

I just wandered into the living room and glanced over Dave's shoulder. He's on the laptop, reading something. I realize that it's my entry from yesterday. He looks up, and grins.

"You're going to make MORE fun of me, AREN'T you," I said.
"That's what you get," he answered, grinning.
"NOOOOOOOOO," I wailed, and retreated to my room to blog it.

He's a bastard like that. But somehow I think that if he weren't, life just wouldn't be so much fun.

Aww, he just came in to tell me he wouldn't make fun of me, and he brought up the excellent point that I used to bemoan the fact that one of my friends was 'wasting her talent' on fanfiction-- but this was years ago, before I'd ever read any of the stuff, and she had just spent a year writing and illustrating a Law & Order fanfiction, for college credit. (She's an illustration major and needed a final project.) She'd done photorealistic drawings entirely in crosshatching with a mechanical pencil. She got an A. It was the best writing I'd ever read from her and we'd been writing together since we were twelve.

But I never said that to her. I never objected to her. I knew that objecting to it was futile and would only hurt her feelings. And now that I'm in a similar predicament, I can better understand why she chose to do what she did.

But anyway. I like Jennnlee's icon. I think I'm going to make a t-shirt that says that. "I'm an artist. My soul is a DELICATE FUCKING FLOWER."