Hey Bitches, guess what?  My last post was written when I was super-pissed off, and in all fairness, I'm taking back what I said about my trainer.  

I went on a pretty boring drive by myself on Saturday.  I went to Ward's Creek(my old stomping grounds) via Upham.  I got two great photos, that's it.  

I found an awesome abandoned house just before the Upham turn off to St. Martin's.  It's completely intact, but awesomely deteriorating.  Notice the rotting curtains on the window and door.  

I want to go inside SO bad!!!  If there are curtains left behind, what else might be in there?  I think I see a bit of a chair in the window!

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Our trainer left us buddy-jacking ALL evening!  That dipshit.

I told him I wasn't learning anything and that it wasn't on me when the shit hits the fan.

Later that night he locked the training room door with my shit inside, but that's okay, what he doesn't know is that he's a shit-stain and I'm not, so HA HA.

Fucking shit-licking ball sack.

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I went to Maces Bay via Chance Harbour on Canada Day.  I don't know about you guys but I've never been there before and it's one of the most beautiful places in New Brunswick, just amazing.  

Too bad you missed it.  What's also too bad is that my camera batteries were dead and my back-up batteries were also dead.  I'm going back though.

Anyway, I went for my interview today.  Some guy and I had the interview together.  The woman interviewing us kept talking about the job and shit and then she was talking about the pay and then she was talking about bringing lunch and a blank cheque.  I'm sitting there thinking, "Did I just get hired?  Did I miss that part?"  The other guy said, "So...by showing up on Tuesday it means we're hired?"

Basically, Bitches, it was more of an orientation than an interview.  

Should I be worried?  I mean, even RMH(R. M. H.) pretended to give a shit about my resume and references.

So in this post I present to you bitches one of the four photos I was able to take on Canada Day.

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It's far from perfect, or what I originally envisioned, but this is the most successful watercolour painting I've ever done.

It turns out the key to watercolour painting...is...WATER.

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So.  I have to tell you about my greatest ever accomplishment.

Last Thursday night/Friday morning (2am), I was going to bed and before I went I wanted to spray this drawing with fixative so I could paint it the next day.  I went out the front door and since the fixative stinks so bad I closed the door and locked my fat ass out.  Fuck!  I'm standing there with a spray can and a fucking drawing, can't get in the house.

I tried knocking on the door...nothing happened.  I went around back and tried knocking on the backdoor...nothing happened.  I was able to open the kitchen window and tried yelling in there...nothing happened.  I told Demon and Rowan to get my keys but since I didn't train them well enough they were useless!  

I got the kitchen window open so maybe I could get the basement window open!  I know I can fit through the basement window, unlike the little 16 inch kitchen window.  So I walk around back to the front of the building but the basement window is locked tight.  This is where I must mention that I spent almost an hour trying to break in and of all the people in the three apartment buildings and at least ten houses facing our house, no one called the cops.   Safe fucking neighbourhood, right?

I can not get in through the front of the house, so I go to the back yard again.  How the fuck do I get that bitch to wake up and let me in?  

I threw some rocks at the bedroom window.  It was so dark I could only find three and once I tossed them I couldn't even find them again.

I got a fucking lawn chair, got up on it, and tried to reach that fucking window with a broom like an idiot.  Couldn't reach, and tapping on the side of the building with the broom did exactly fuck all.

So, Bitches!  At this point I'm either climbing through the kitchen window or sleeping on the bench.  I've added a photo of the window.

Of course I get my head and arms in first, that was tough.  Then I got my boobs in, yikes!  Got my fat gut in, and that was challenge, but the fun part was just starting.  

I got so far in that I no longer had any footing, and had to get myself in by pitching my body weight forward, and all my weight was on my diaphragm.  Bitches, I could not breathe.

I thought, "This is it.  This is how I die."  Seriously.  I'm not kidding.  The end of uglyartwork, Bitches!

Oh, and also the tight squeeze had pulled my pants down, exposing my bright white granny panties.

I think that might have saved me, because at this point, if I didn't get in the window I would have died there.  Then eventually the EMT's would show up to remove my carcass from the window and find my fat ass pointing up at the sky in my granny panties with my pants down, and THAT very thought made me wiggle like the stuck pig that I was and I GOT THROUGH THAT FUCKING WINDOW!  Huzzah, Bitches!

Can you fucking imagine that headline?  

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Today I'm sharing one of my favourite cemetery photos.

I guess that's all I have to say, bitches.  Just wanted to show off my photo.

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I figured if I painted the whole fucking thing, she can't possibly complain, right?  Right?

I'll let you know, she'll still find something that's not good enough, I'm sure.