Hello, and Welcome to My Life Drawing and Figurative Art Class...
WARNING: If you are UNDER 18, get the HELL OUT OF HERE! You're not allowed to be here.
I guess I should give another warning....if you are not into human bodies, or depicting them as art, maybe you should leave, too, and take up a crochet class.
Funny, but if you are looking for PORN, there are better, and other places for that. Though, my drawings and paintings do have some porn elements, it's not entirely representative of what I do.
All I know is that I want to push the limits beyond what traditional figure drawing classes do. I'm sick of how standardized they are. For once, I want to run the show. What better place to do that than on blogger? I don't know.
Anyway, let's post my first picture...
This is from a page of newsprint drawings and writings that I did.
Anyway, I don't know why the text changed on me, now it is all centered,
and I don't know how to fix it, and if I did know, I still might be
too lazy to do anything about it, haha.
Anyway, so now I have a Life Drawing and Figurative Art blog.
Nice, huh?
I plan to have some fun.
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What I want to do is find the full expression of the human form through art,
with both male and female models.
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The thing is, before I can show anyone else what I'm talking about,
I might have to start with myself.
It sounds scary, invigorating, and very exhibitionist of me,
but I have nothing to lose.
I've modeled nude before, but not for a long time.
In any case, I want to draw models between the ages of 18 and 100.
The human body can be beautiful at any age.
I'm fifty-three now, so I've seen it all.
Anyway, let's draw and have fun!
David Lovins, Reno, Nevada
:)
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I'm at my Starbucks on Plumb St. at Arlington, in Reno, Nevada. I'm in the outside patio, because of reasons associated with the stupid virus restrictions. Anyway, that's how it is.
I've been thinking day and night about this blog, and how to go about it. I'm pretty excited. I'm stoked.
This is gonna be fun.
By the way, this is the next day or two, after I wrote the initial part of this entry.
It is Wednesday, April 21st, 2021.
It is 1:42 p.m.
It is a little too cold to write, so I put on my hoodie under my overcoat, and I'm doing better now.
I am munching on almonds.
I worked all morning on my websites from facebook to patreon to whatever. Instagram. I'm trying to make it happen for me on the web. I have to find a way to support my art. I really don't want to work a job. I hate work. I'd rather do my own work, be my own boss, and get paid for it.
My problem is that I need power for my big laptop. It doesn't have a phone port, because it is an older computer, so I can't charge it. Dang. There's got to be a way. I was thinking of a connector cord with phone receiver port to USB to computer, but I don't know if that would work. I'll have to think about this. I've been having this problem for a long time, not having power for the big laptop. I've tried different things, but all I really need is a working outlet where I can sit. There is an outlet three feet away from me, but it is not turned on, dammit. I wish it was.
Anyway, I do have thoughts about my life drawing stuff, so we'll see what happens. It is going to be time soon to put my ideas into practice. I can't wait.
Monday, May 3rd, 2021. 6:33 P.M.
I added more to my personal entry. I added more nude photos. It's everything I thought it would be. It's exciting to post naked pictures of yourself on the web. Now I got to start making drawings from all the material I have.
Then again, aren't the photos art? They could be considered art, most certainly. But my intention was to use the photos to make drawings. Here on this blog, both photography and drawings will be considered art. That's where my thinking is these days.
Lately, I've been thinking about sex dolls, and androids. I found out today from youtube they actually have sex doll brothels. I'm not kidding. They exist in Europe.
That would be weird to fuck a sex doll that other men have been with. I wouldn't want that.
I would want my own dolls. That would be fun. I'd have to earn a shitload of money to buy one, though. I could use the dolls as figure models. They'd have no problem holding still, haha.
Someday, I'll have those. For now, I have dollar store fashion dolls. They are good enough for now.
My first figurative entry besides myself will be 'Roxanne The Doll'. She's a fine woman, and a good model.
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Hello, it is May 5th, 2021, and I just made my first Life Drawing Class video for youtube. It was a fun video to make, more or less. My head got cut off for a lot of the video, and I don't even think I show up too well in the bright sunlight. Anyway, fuck it, I did the best I could. All my videos are a little fucked up, I can't help it. Something always goes wrong, and I'm a real lazy editor most of the time.
Anyway, the video is up, and we will see what happens. With my track record, I doubt I'll get five hits in the first week, but you never know.
Dammit! I just remembered I have to pay my storage bill. That place is costing me an arm and a leg every month.
I need money, lots of it.
Anyway, before I do that, here's a picture:
All I can say is 'More Life Drawing To Come', and 'Nice Tits, Babe'.
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It's Sunday, May 9th, 2021.
It's 5:35 p.m.
It's Mother's Day.
My Mother died long ago, and I don't think she cares if I go visit her grave or not. I don't think her soul exists anymore, despite popular belief that our spirits go somewhere after we die. It's just bullshit.
Anyway, I'm at the Double R Blvd. Starbucks in beautiful Reno, Nevada.
I've been here for most of the day. It's been a good day.
I've tried to get done as much as I can, by posting content, but no one seems to notice, except for a couple of people.
I'm certainly not making any money doing what I do. I need to fix that. I need to get some money coming in. Or else.
Anyway, I need more coffee. That will help.
5:42 p.m. I got my second coffee. I've become a slow coffee drinker. With Starbucks coffee, it's good to drink it slow. It's acidic in nature.
It's been a good day. I'm trying to make things happen, but nothing happens. People just don't like my shit, and they don't pay attention to anything I do. I wonder why. I can't figure it out. It's a mystery.
I signed up for sex.com yesterday. It seems to be a good site, because you can post comments under the vids you watch. That's a nice feature. I don't know if users can upload their own content, though. I will find out soon enough. It would be cool to make and post porn. Of course, I would need some girls to take photos of, but I would just be happy posting my pornographic art. I need a place for that on the web, where it won't be a big deal if I draw Batman with an erection jacking off on Wonder Woman's ass.
By the way, Happy Mother's Day, haha. That's about how I feel about it right now. I'm writing about porn.
I think I need a cigarette while my coffee cools down. It's really bad I can't smoke right here at my table. That's a shame. A crying shame.
I'm at 7982 bottles of sweat, and I earned two pecs off of the AUD I bought today. So that's my Entropia update. If you don't know what that is, that's the video game where I made $1100.
Anyway, it's time for a cig or two.
It's 6:07 p.m. Starbucks closes at 7 p.m. So, that means I should pack up and leave. Okay, I'll do that. I was thinking of making another video, but I don't really have the energy for it. The energy I do have is just kind of 'blah' today, so fuck it.
What I thought about posting here while I was in the car smoking and thinking is the naked picture of Batman I drew today:
There you go, and "HAPPY MOTHER'S DAY!
Haha.
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2:53 P.M.
Wednesday, May 12, 2021
"Aw, fuck".
Anyway, I talked to my oldest brother today. He always fucks up my head because he doesn't make sense to me.
I don't believe he can help me with selling my art online, or in helping me find patrons.
I think my sphere of influence on the web is greater than his, so I don't know how he is going to help me.
I'm kind of stupid for thinking things would be any different.
Anyway, moving right along.
It's the best drawing that I've seen recently on facebook, or anywhere. He's got the light and shade down in a way that I could only aspire to. Her fleshy ass looks great.
I want to draw like this, that would be amazing. I would want to draw more than just the ass pose, though, haha. I'd like to do every lurid pose in this manner. I would like that.
Anyway, so the drawing was a great discovery. I really like this drawing.
Meanwhile, I'm just trying to promote myself on the web, and it is hard work. I'm trying to make something happen, and, nothing happens.
It takes time for people to react to things on the web. They have jobs, and lives.
So, I just sit here, and wait, and it is taking months....
Anyway, my coffee is good, and I got cigarettes, so I'm happy.
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It's hard to deal with naked pictures when you are at Starbucks, because you don't want to show that stuff in public. It just ain't right, and we'll leave it at that.
In private, it's fine. Look all you want.
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I kind of miss 'White Wine Jessica', but I know if I saw her, and interacted with her, I'd remember why I didn't miss her for a long time, haha. She was a pain in the ass most of the time, but also fun and funny once in a while. She is the one who said I was 'socially irrelevant'. She was right about that, but it never bothered me. I wasn't a huge fan of 'The North Beach Crowd'.
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Now, what? I could look on DeviantArt again. I was there earlier today. I'm trying to make it happen there for me, too. I even started putting up 'dick pics'. Maybe those will get me hits. I don't even care anymore, and putting up dick pics is pretty funny anyhow.
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4:54 P.M. So, I need a job, or I need an income. I have not figured out what I'm going to do about that.
Trying to sell art online has been futile. I haven't had much luck, except when it sells all by itself to a complete stranger on the web somewhere.
My friends on facebook won't buy my art, nor will they watch my videos. Some friends, huh?
Regardless, I have to find a way to survive. I don't know how I am going to do that yet.
I have to figure it all out.
I just don't want to work another stupid job, but it looks like I will have to, unless I start selling a shitload of art pretty soon, and every day. It's an impossible prospect in Reno, Nevada. I've never sold here. I haven't found my niche yet, or something.
Yeah, I just don't know what I'm going to do, and I have to do something soon. I am running out of time. My finds are growing low. Serious. Not joking. Really.
My solution today was to make and post a video, and put naked pictures of myself onto DeviantArt. Haha. Neither of those pay at all. It makes me wonder what the hell I am doing.
I just want a cig.
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Getting paid from Entropia is no easy business, either. It is rather difficult to make any money on that game. It's another thing I have to figure out somehow. I know there is a way, I just have to keep trying.
It's a fun game, but I need a paycheck.
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Hello. It is Saturday, May 15th, 2021. I am at the Double R Blvd. Starbucks in beautiful Reno, Nevada.
The problem is it rained a little earlier, and my big laptop got wet, and it doesn't work. It turns on for two seconds, then shuts off. Something is wrong.
All I want to do is play Entropia Universe, and now I can't.
It sucks to be me, sometimes.
I am hoping that it will work eventually. Maybe it needs to dry out. Or maybe it short-circuited, and is done forever. If that is the case, then I will have to get a new laptop. Ouch. Sad. Painful.
Nothing lasts forever, but..... sheez.
I'm gonna have a cig in my car.
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My big laptop just doesn't work, and I'm very sad.
"That's Too Bad".
"Yes, it is".
Anyway, life goes on, and here is a picture or two....
I think I will continue to wear the mask even after the covid bullshit is over with. I don't want people's germs, haha. Anyway, it will be a long time before the covid is over. It could take years for it to completely go away. Life is just gonna suck for a long time to come.
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Hmmm, I could give up for today, and just go to the park. It's a thought. It's cold out here, and my computer doesn't work, so I can't play Entropia, or do jack shit, so I don't know what the point is.
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It is 2:12 p.m., on Monday, May 24th, 2021. I am at the Double R Blvd. Starbucks in beautiful Reno, Nevada. I am on my second coffee.
It is a nice day.
I've got two laptops set up, and I'm very happy.
We did five days of camping in Floriston, CA, and I am very glad to be done with that. It rained, it snowed, and I drank twenty-seven and a half beers, and two bottles of $5 gins during our stay. I got laid twice, and was able to take naughty pictures, which always makes me happy.
I have 9957 bottles of sweat. The goal is ten-thousand. I am almost there. So close....so very close.....haha.
Anyway, I got hours of free time ahead of me, so that makes me very happy.
Let's put up a picture...
This photo represents a mountain of recent thought and activity for me lately.
This photo is Rated G, though it could be argued that certain things are implied.
My latest issue is, "Is doll nudity considered Rated R, which is age 17 and older, or is it considered 'adult material'? What if it is 'non-sexual doll nudity? Then, what if it is 'sexual doll nudity'? What then?
In 'Team America', a male and female doll had explicit sex, and that was considered 'Rated R'. They did everything, and travelled around the world of each other's bodies.
Would an entire movie of doll sex be Rated R or Rated X? I'm not sure. Really. I'm not sure.
Anyway, it is a beautiful day, and I'm having a hell of a good time.
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Hello.
It is a beautiful day in Reno, Nevada.
I'm at the Double R Blvd. Starbucks having a nice time with my computers.
The weather is gorgeous.
I'm ready for my second cup of coffee, and I have to pee.
I've been dicking around talking to my oldest brother, where he bummed me out about his friend who is sixty-five years of age, and is dying of cancer. My brother always brings up the cheeriest of subjects. He's a pain in the ass, and apparently, has no real talent for doing anything. It's all talk with him.
It's like I have to cleanse myself of his negativity. He claims he is schizophrenic, but to me, he is a pathological liar, which makes more sense to me.
Anyway, how about a picture? Okay....
I literally have no idea if this picture needs an 18 and Over setting on YouTube in order to include it in a video. It's a mystery. Haha. I don't even know if I can put this on facebook. Who has the answers to these questions?
Anyway, I'm not going to let my older brother bring me down today. He's done that enough to me in my life.
I'm having a good time playing Entropia Universe, but I still can't get a global to save my life. Sheez.
Maybe it is time for another cigarette. I wish I could just smoke at my table,but no, that isn't possible. Thanks, a lot, Starbucks, and whoever else made that rule when a person is actually sitting outside. Sheez. Inside I can understand
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Hello. It is Wednesday, May 26, 2021. It is 4:55 p.m.
I am at the Double R Blvd. Starbucks in beautiful Reno, Nevada.
I need a cigarette.
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I have literally waited four hours to make my next video,.
There were three groups of people talking: The Four Gym Owner Men, The Three Self-Described Tekkies, and, the Woman and The Man in The Education Field, where the guy seemed to love teaching, went to Narcotics Anymous, and didn't know if he wanted to stay in Nevada. The woman played the supporting role.
The last group was easier on my ears because they were quiet, but their dialogue still got in my head.
Sheez.
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Thursday, May 24, 2021
9:34 a.m.
Hello, I'm at the Double R Starbucks again. Amber is gone. I'm relieved.
I've got Entropia going again.
I was trying to get the Atari 2600 Portable to work on the big monitor. It worked last night. I'll fuck with it later.
For now, I need a cigarette, I think.
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It's a beautiful day, at least now it is.
It was an ordeal to get out of the hotel room, put stuff in the car, and get to the Amtrak station. Amber rode her bike there, and I brought her stuff to her. She made it is the important thing. She gave me $20 for my troubles. That was nice of her. She didn't have to, but she did.
There is a lot that happened, including the fact that we fucked last night.
It was mostly a good time in the hotel. There were problems, but we made it through. That's where cigarettes really come in handy, where I have a legitimate reason to go outside for several minutes to calm down and get away from her kookiness. She's all over the place, and doesn't make sense to me more than half of the time. That is not good. Her level overall seems to be a junior in college or something.
So, I'm going to try and make the most of my day. I've got the whole day ahead, I got my table set-up, it is t-shirt weather, and things are good. I'm going to enjoy the hell out of today.
My car is a complete mess, but at least Amber is gone. It is putting her stuff in, taking it out, putting it in, she forgets something in there, my stuff gets put in places where I don't want it to accommodate her....it is complete and utter chaos.
It's going to take a while to reset things in my mind, and get a fresh start. Amber drives me crazy, because she is crazy. She will talk about things to happen six months from now, but she can't be bothered to mention practical things that need to be done by 8 o'clock in the morning. It is madness.
Anyway, it is time to go to the car for another cigarette.
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10:23 a.m. Woot! I got a global worth a buck, instead of going to the car for a cig. So, now I'm going to have one. :)
10:42 a.m. I smoked and made a video in my car about Products! It was fun.
10:46 a.m. It is hard to believe Amber is gone. I got rid of her. She did not mention when she'll be back. Also, she took her bike with her. I don't have to deal with her blasted bike anymore in my storage unit. It was there for two years, sheez/ what a pain in the ass, really.
10:52 a.m. Meanwhile, I'm trying to get another global. It's hard work, but worth it if it works. :)
10:56 a.m. Some man on his laptop was on his cell phone, and he was actually talking about GOLF.
10:57 a.m. I'm still recovering from hearing a grown man talk about golf. I need a cigarette and a bottle of whiskey.
11:10 a.m My cigarette in the car was good, but I wish I could just smoke at my table like a normal person. We're outside, for fuck's sake. It's a Starbucks thing, and part of the anti-campaign in this country.
11:16 a.m. The two women are gone. They knew a lot about business, and husbands. One woman said she spent $241,000 in a month, I don't know on what, whether it was business, or personal. She wore shoes that put her feet at a slant, so she could be taller. Women like shoes, and they hate mysogynists.
Anyway, so they are gone, as is laptop man who talked about golf. Thank god.
11:23 I have 9515 bottles of sweat. I could have 100,000 bottles, and it still wouldn't be enough. Serious.
11:57 a.m. Word Connect - Level 1692. The levels are like years now. Also, 9571 bottles of sweat.
12:00 p.m. Puppy Town - The beginnings of Level 33. It's going to take a long time to get through this level.
12:08 p.m. A meal at Denny's sounds good. Their prices have really gone up in recent years, so it is not as much fun to go there anymore.
12:15 p.m. I need coffee.
12:21 p.m. I used my stars to get a free coffee. That's nice. :) I can use as many perks in the world as I can get.
12:23 p.m. I'm trying to get another global, and as many bottles of sweat as I can obtain.
12:26 p.m. I want to post on DeviantArt again today. I want a cigarette right now.
12:36 p.m. I literally put in my memory card stick with the memory card in it into the back of my big t.v. in the hotel room, and we were able to see my pictures. It was great. :) Then I talked about the photos, and Amber wasn't into my art stuff. She literally sees things differently than I do. Her viewpoints come across as sophomoric to me. She is a semester away from graduating college. She never finished.
12:41 p.m. It's a beautiful day in Reno, and I'm loving it. The temperature is pleasant, and it is just a mild wind.
12:44 p.m. 9627 bottles of sweat. I'm also happy because people's talk isn't as annoying as yesterday. That's a relief.
12:59 p.m. Two new women sat down. They are both blonde, and they are both wearing glasses. The first thing I hear from the one facing me is, "It's Emotional".
3:29 p.m. I got EverQuest II to work. I kind of forgot how to play. I have to relearn what I knew. I was never really too good at this game. I like it a lot, though. It kind of doesn't make much sense to play it, since I can't make money on it, and it is a lot of work to play it. It's like donating my work, and getting nothing back. The only thing I can use it for right now is to make a video of it, which hardly anyone will watch, but it might be fun to make a video of that game.
3:33 p.m. I guess I could update my Patreon page. I need to have a lot of content there, so I can attract patrons. I wonder what images and words would work? I have no idea. I only have two patrons, and one of them is my crazy oldest brother.
3:46 p.m. Amber drives me nuts. I'm glad she's gone. Maybe now I can live my life. I don't need her, not really. She doesn't even listen to me, so what's the point? I don't know. She doesn't see things the same way, and she is full of shit. She did buy me a beer last night, and that was nice of her.
Meanwhile, these three old ladies are finally leaving. I can't stand listening to them anymore.
3:49 p.m. 9829 bottles of sweat, and I want a cigarette
4:14 p.m. I just bought another AUD. I have three now. Woot.
4:28 p.m. I just sat in the car, and had two cigarettes, thinking about things. Amber was talking crazy talk last night about me moving to L.A. when winter comes to Reno, and selling art in Venice Beach. She's crazy. She was thinking it's my thing to sell art, and that is the art, simply because she doesn't make art to sell. She's not in reality much at all. She has money coming in every month for being crazy, so she isn't under any pressure to sell, so her art will always be of the amateur stock.
4:32 p.m. I need another coffee, and then I can work on more stuff, like on my Patreon page. :)
4:38 p.m. Earlier, I moved my computer an inch, and it fucked up the connection on my big monitor, but after a little struggle, I got it to work again. Always something.
5:12 p.m. I just had two cigarettes in the car. They were okay. Nothing Special. My big problem is that I have to listen to people all day. These are Nevada people. Nothing special to listen to, trust me.
6:18 p.m. I did something besides playing Entropia. I posted on Patreon to update it.
6:46 p.m. Two new guys to listen to. Sigh. Time for two more cigarettes.
7:00 p.m. I'm trying to drum up my art business, but it is really hard.
7:11 p.m. It's hard to think when scam businessmen talk. Also, where do pro hentei artists post their work? I have no idea. Also, do they make money at it? I have no idea.
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Hello. It is Friday, May 28th, 2021.
The time is now 12:25 p.m.
A: It is a beautiful day.
B: Indeed, it is.
A: I see we are going into dialogue form today.
B: Yes, we are. It is a form that works.
A: Yes, it does. Anyway, I'm going to have a cigarette.
B: Okay, I'll be here.
A: Okay.
A: It's another day.
B: Yes, it is.
A: I'm trying to stay focused, instead of letting myself get distracted by various people and things.
I have to make my time count today.
B: Yes, that is true. I'm still bothered by that woman's words, who said to her black friend, "He prob-
bly works here, or thinks he does." Some shit like that. I don't know why anything I do here in
fucking Reno, Nevada matters to anyone else. No one knows me here, therefore, they shouldn't
give a shit about what some fifty-three year old scruffy-looking guy is doing.
A: Yeah.
B: It's all bullshit. You have to keep in mind that people don't have anything to do here.
A: That is true. That is very true.
A: I'm trying to make money on Entropia again today. I'm trying to get a global. I have gotten one
global a day for the past three days. I am trying to get one today. What I really need is one
global every five or ten minutes. That would be nice.
B: Yeah, you can never have enough globals.
A: Yeah. The game is hard to make money on.
B: It sure is.
A: It looks like there are plenty of people around, which makes it tough to make videos.
B: It sure does. In fact, it is a pain in the ass.
A: It sure is.
A: Now I've got these two women talking about the beauty product business. The blonde is hot.
However, I'm going to smoke my brains out in the car.
B: Okay.
A: We still have to listen to these two women talk about beauty products, and the business of
selling that shit.
B: At least the blond has a nice face, and a good set of legs.
A: That's always something.
B: Yes, it is.
A: The two beauty women are still talking at a table near me. It's annoying.
B: Yes, it is.
A: I'm going to have another couple of cigarettes in my van.
B: I don't blame you.
A: While they are doing their business, they are actually stopping me from doing mine.
B: Sigh.
A: It is 2:26 p.m., and the Beauty Product Women are still here. It sucks. I'm trying to film
a video.
B: I know, right? Jesus Christ.
A: By the way, the blonde is wearing black tight exercise shorts underneath her green and white
floral dress. I've been watching her stand-up and sit down for hours.
B: Well, that's something.
A: 3:16 p.m. The Beauty Women are still here. These broads are really busting my balls, and
they don't even know it.
B: The blond revealed she is forty, and has a daughter, and a step-daughter, both thirteen, and
she said they they make her age faster. I believe that.
A: Wow.
A: The Beauty Broads finally left. Sheez. It is 3:46 p.m. Sheez. At this point, it's been hours
since they began their Major Chatterbox Session. Now, I have to charge up my camera
battery, and the Atari Portable itself. I
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Hello. It's Saturday, June 5th, 2021. I just felt like typing right now, while I'm sweating on Entropia. I have 12,461 bottles of Vibrant Sweat now.
It's been a good day, and I've enjoyed being on my computers all day. It's fun.
I'm a little wiped out from two days of working, and I don't really have too many ideas today. My brain isn't working too well. A tedious job makes your brain not work. That's partially how they get you, and subdue you. So, I have to find a way out of this job, and still be able to make a living. That's the trick, isn't it? It is.
I wish I could smoke at my table. It would be much better. There isn't even anyone out here. It's annoying, but that's their policy. It's stupid.
Here's a picture for something to do:
There you go.
That is one unhappy man, having to deal with the fact that he has to work a job he hates.
Yeah, I got to find something better than working on air filters.
It's a waste of time, and of my life. Anybody can do my job. I'm only doing it for the money; otherwise, it would not be worth it.
There's just got to be something better in life to do.
So, that's my quandary.
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It's 4:46 p.m.
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I don't even know what I'm doing.
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5:15 p.m. I'm just sweating in Osere now. I have 12,721 bottles of vibrant sweat now.
Sweating is a good thing to do while working on other things.
I was thinking of making another video, but I don't feel like it, and I have nothing to say. Plus, in chatting with the oldest brother, he just bums me out, and depresses me as always. I guess that's what he's been doing to me my whole life. I don't know why I even bother to talk to him if that is the effect he always has on me.
It is something I have to think about.
Now he's on Patreon now, trying to do jokes, but he's just not funny. I don't even know why he tries to do comedy. He's not good at it. Maybe it's his thing because no one else in the family is interested in that subject, so it is kind of his identity. It's a little sad, and pathetic, but that's him for you.
He melts my head in, and caves it in.
He is the opposite of me being happy thinking about naked women.
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I need a break from that fucker. He bums me out, and depresses me.
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