There was a time when I dreamt of becoming a tortured artist/painter. I even went so far as to wish I was a Piscean rather than an anally retentive Virgo. Sadly, I possessed no talent for painting and I am still a Virgo. But at least I'm not tortured. Really. I'm fine.
I mean, at least I can look like a painter. And in this postmodern, digitally enhanced age, image is more important anyway. Isn't it?
* Paintery tee dress by Something Else.
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