werking girl
i want to die.
not now, i don't... but when i'm sitting there, werking - most certainly. i do not like the adrenaline rush - i thought i did, but right now, i'm most certain i do not. it kills. i'm the kind of girl that likes staying home on friday nights. i read. i like sleeping in. i don't see myself in the advertising industry at all - not now, not in ten years. it's so sleazy! and more importantly, they werk late - that alone kills... i simply cannot - or rather, refuse to function without my daily eight.
i write better than i draw anyway...
