I Can Draw

I have been doing some drawing lately. I never knew I had this talent. I used to love caligraphy and doing different types of lettering...but as far as actually looking at something and putting it on paper, I had no clue I could do it. I started out copying stuff, well, truth be told that's how I do all my drawings is by looking at something and copying it. I don't trace it...I just reproduce it.

I have nothing interesting to write about today and I don't want to fake it, so, I will just leave it at this. I am angry at Dawn, I am angry that I can't find a job. I am angry that I can't lose weight and I am angry that I live in an apartment with an old bitch beneath me that hates me, no matter how hard I try to be cordial to her. She is hell bent on getting me kicked out of here. She keeps telling the landlord that Dawn lives here...Dawn does live here but I do not believe in having to pay more money. I have been a good respectful, rent paying on time tenant. HE (landlord/owner) needs to cut me some slack. Dawn parks her car at her parents and walks here to come home. Really, she isnt here but 3 days per week...so fuck him. I am not paying extra money for her to stay here. She is my friend and can stay here as long as she wants to. Even though she has brought me nothing but pain and anguish than anything and I still stand up for her, help her, pay for her, lie for her...if one didn't know any better one would think I was gay or something. I am not gay. Anyone that knows me knows that. I dont know why i like her so much. On a scale of one to ten as a friend...Dawn is like a 2. And on that note I am going to end this