cavan_delacroix (![[info]](http://l-stat.livejournal.com/img/userinfo.gif){kind=small} cavan_delacroix) wrote,@ 2009-06-23 02:45:00 |
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i'll just talk about paint some more. i don't have the words to write about life right now.
i finished delay. he looks nice. i'm only using deep canvases from now on because the borders looks so nice painted. this isn't so much about my painting as it is a segue into why i gave up my cat david, or rather got rid of her.
david is an asshole. she always has been, even since she was the size of a baseball she always knew exactly what to do to make me mad. and as an asshole, i respected that in her and found it kind of endearing. i'd like to think i instilled that in her in some way, but saturday she went too fucking far. usually when i leave somewhere, i lock david in the kitchen where she can do minimal damage. since having her spayed, she has calmed down a bit, or so i thought. i had been leaving her to roam freerange in the apartment for the past week or so, and i have to believe she had only been behaving to gain my trust and work out the kinks in her scheme. i left saturday evening probably around 830 or so. i went to city stages to see black moth super rainbow who were excellent. i got spot right next to the stage and a beer and this blinky thing and i left in a good mood. when i come back the first thing i notice is black pawprints on the floor. and really, come to find out that the least destructive part. what she had done is jumped up on my paint stand and smeared her back paws in black oil paint. JUST BLACK! there were about 20 other colors mixed within inches of the tiny patch of black and she fucking chose black. how she managed to get just her back feet in just the black i will never know. from what i can tell she then jumped down and did a few laps. paint all over the floor, but also walls, doors, and door frames as high as five feet up. she was running and jumping on the walls and high-tening them with her back paws. at this point i was angry, but still consolable as paint comes off walls and floors with paint thinner and i have a lot of that. following her tracks i noticed they led to the closet. this was fucking phase two. she somehow managed to pull down the bar all my dress clothes and coats were hanging on AND pulled over my dirty clothes basket and pranced all over them. if you know me, you know i keep my wardrobe to a minimum and most of it is dirty so there goes at least half of my clothes. she also just for a little variety threw up on my kitchen table and took a piss right in the middle of my bed. but that wasn't the end. to put the icing on her clusterfuck cake she somehow managed to get pawprints all over my painting. that i had just finished that day. that i had already redone 3 times. the physics of how she did it with her back feet still throw me off i can't even think about it.
i was just in awe as i put all this together. what my one runt ass cat did in the span on 3 hours. i automatically went into damage control. cleaned up the walls and floors, put my clothes back in the basket, closed the closet, then grabbed the cat and went to the bathroom to wash the black paint off that was still fresh on her paws. and when i tried she fucking rabbit kicked and caught my finger with her claw and split it right down the middle, about a three inch gash. and that pushed me over. i grabbed her and went downstairs and outside where she has never set foot and threw her into the front yard and said 'fuck you david you went too far this time' and went back inside because i was proving a point. as i went in i noticed some fat girl coming out of the garage trying not to look at me. she hasn't said anything since so hopefully i sufficiently scared her.
i let an hour pass to cool off but the fact that david is dumb as a sack of rocks was bothering me because she isn't bright enough to find her way back to the apartment and sure as shit wouldn't know to move out of the way if a car was barelling down on her. this prompted me to get up and go outside with a flashlight where i spent 30 minutes whistling and shaking a bag of catfood like a dickhead before she crawled out of some bushes. grabbed her, took her back inside, and threw her in the kitchen. i packed up all her shit: mice, laser pointer, scratch igloo, cat condo, and food and stacked it up against the door. then i went on the internet and posted something along the lines of i'm evicting my cat. she has shots and her junk cut out, someone please take her. people asked why but as it is a long story i just responded do you want her or not?
my neighbor rebecca agreed to take her and said i could bring her over. i said great i'll be there in a few, but it was time for my evening spaghetti so it'd have to be after that. i ate and then felt very lazy and didnt feel like fishing a likely traumatized david out from behind the refrigerator and getting her into the cat carrier so i said i'd do it tomorrow. and then i didn't feel like it then either and so she remains here. i still hate david, but the fact that transferring ownership is more of a pain in the ass than i care to deal with right now she's on probation. she lives in the kitchen now. i don't pet her or turn on the lights. i took her bed so she has to sleep on the floor. i'm hoping sensory depravation will break her of her will to be an obnoxious little shit. it's day two and i've noticed improvement. she doesn't meow at the door anymore after i poured the first cup of water on her head. she knows she's in trouble. i might let her out in a couple days if she acts right and i'm in a good mood. we'll see. rotten ass cat.
but yeah painting. i've started something new. it's going pretty fast. i've got a system now and if i take a metric ton of adderall i can usually finish a painting in two or three days. i wish i had a studio with more easels so i could work on more than one project at a time. i get so sick at staring at the same picture for eight hours. some day.
i finished delay. he looks nice. i'm only using deep canvases from now on because the borders looks so nice painted. this isn't so much about my painting as it is a segue into why i gave up my cat david, or rather got rid of her.
david is an asshole. she always has been, even since she was the size of a baseball she always knew exactly what to do to make me mad. and as an asshole, i respected that in her and found it kind of endearing. i'd like to think i instilled that in her in some way, but saturday she went too fucking far. usually when i leave somewhere, i lock david in the kitchen where she can do minimal damage. since having her spayed, she has calmed down a bit, or so i thought. i had been leaving her to roam freerange in the apartment for the past week or so, and i have to believe she had only been behaving to gain my trust and work out the kinks in her scheme. i left saturday evening probably around 830 or so. i went to city stages to see black moth super rainbow who were excellent. i got spot right next to the stage and a beer and this blinky thing and i left in a good mood. when i come back the first thing i notice is black pawprints on the floor. and really, come to find out that the least destructive part. what she had done is jumped up on my paint stand and smeared her back paws in black oil paint. JUST BLACK! there were about 20 other colors mixed within inches of the tiny patch of black and she fucking chose black. how she managed to get just her back feet in just the black i will never know. from what i can tell she then jumped down and did a few laps. paint all over the floor, but also walls, doors, and door frames as high as five feet up. she was running and jumping on the walls and high-tening them with her back paws. at this point i was angry, but still consolable as paint comes off walls and floors with paint thinner and i have a lot of that. following her tracks i noticed they led to the closet. this was fucking phase two. she somehow managed to pull down the bar all my dress clothes and coats were hanging on AND pulled over my dirty clothes basket and pranced all over them. if you know me, you know i keep my wardrobe to a minimum and most of it is dirty so there goes at least half of my clothes. she also just for a little variety threw up on my kitchen table and took a piss right in the middle of my bed. but that wasn't the end. to put the icing on her clusterfuck cake she somehow managed to get pawprints all over my painting. that i had just finished that day. that i had already redone 3 times. the physics of how she did it with her back feet still throw me off i can't even think about it.
i was just in awe as i put all this together. what my one runt ass cat did in the span on 3 hours. i automatically went into damage control. cleaned up the walls and floors, put my clothes back in the basket, closed the closet, then grabbed the cat and went to the bathroom to wash the black paint off that was still fresh on her paws. and when i tried she fucking rabbit kicked and caught my finger with her claw and split it right down the middle, about a three inch gash. and that pushed me over. i grabbed her and went downstairs and outside where she has never set foot and threw her into the front yard and said 'fuck you david you went too far this time' and went back inside because i was proving a point. as i went in i noticed some fat girl coming out of the garage trying not to look at me. she hasn't said anything since so hopefully i sufficiently scared her.
i let an hour pass to cool off but the fact that david is dumb as a sack of rocks was bothering me because she isn't bright enough to find her way back to the apartment and sure as shit wouldn't know to move out of the way if a car was barelling down on her. this prompted me to get up and go outside with a flashlight where i spent 30 minutes whistling and shaking a bag of catfood like a dickhead before she crawled out of some bushes. grabbed her, took her back inside, and threw her in the kitchen. i packed up all her shit: mice, laser pointer, scratch igloo, cat condo, and food and stacked it up against the door. then i went on the internet and posted something along the lines of i'm evicting my cat. she has shots and her junk cut out, someone please take her. people asked why but as it is a long story i just responded do you want her or not?
my neighbor rebecca agreed to take her and said i could bring her over. i said great i'll be there in a few, but it was time for my evening spaghetti so it'd have to be after that. i ate and then felt very lazy and didnt feel like fishing a likely traumatized david out from behind the refrigerator and getting her into the cat carrier so i said i'd do it tomorrow. and then i didn't feel like it then either and so she remains here. i still hate david, but the fact that transferring ownership is more of a pain in the ass than i care to deal with right now she's on probation. she lives in the kitchen now. i don't pet her or turn on the lights. i took her bed so she has to sleep on the floor. i'm hoping sensory depravation will break her of her will to be an obnoxious little shit. it's day two and i've noticed improvement. she doesn't meow at the door anymore after i poured the first cup of water on her head. she knows she's in trouble. i might let her out in a couple days if she acts right and i'm in a good mood. we'll see. rotten ass cat.
but yeah painting. i've started something new. it's going pretty fast. i've got a system now and if i take a metric ton of adderall i can usually finish a painting in two or three days. i wish i had a studio with more easels so i could work on more than one project at a time. i get so sick at staring at the same picture for eight hours. some day.
