Where the wild things are dining set or My talented boyfriend #2

So, Chris and I went to Color me Mine this weekend with our friend Allison and we sat down to paint the night away. I am not a great painter and I am even worse when it comes to drawing. Needless to say, I was not expecting anything great from myself. Allison and I had both told each other we had no artistic skills and so we were getting our mental states ready for the shit we were about to produce. Chris, on the other, is the most amazing artist I know and if I were not in love with him, I would probably kill him. I hear that if you kill an artist, you can eat their brains and gain their powers and skills. I will let you know how that goes.

As the night progressed I couldnt get the cheap brushes to paint a straight line, the colors were not holding to the plate and the straight edge puff paint tools came shooting our like diarhea. I was reaching a point of such frustration that I was about to throw my 11 dollar plate against the wall. However, being that I dislike public displays of anger, I just made a lot of jokjes about my shitty plate and cried on the inside. After washing the entire plate clean after 2 hours of painting, I had just decided to paint Meatwad from ATHF and be done with it. The images are below…

Can you believe this noise?This is Chris' plate.

Nice plate, asshole.

There is great shame in me at the moment. Great, crappy, non artistic shame.

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