Now, there was no need for that...Tell us about the times when an already difficult situation has been made worse for no good reason. Pollollups writes, "As if being given a muscle relaxant and trapped in an MRI tube wasn't bad enough: whilst thus immobilised, they played me Dido."
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chthonic, Thu 16 Jun 2005, 7:46)
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"my son the artist..."years ago, when i were a wee lad, my parents were told by an art teacher that i had a talent for drawing, and there was even a possibility of an art scholarship. They were only too happy to try and encourage my artistic aptitude, buying me all sorts of artistic paraphernalia. of course they never actually took a serious look at my drawings. until, that is, i reached the peak of puberty, at which point my mother happened to look through one of my *ahem* private sketch books... god help me, i think there was even a rather graphic depiction of daphne from scooby-doo in there somewhere. as if this wasn't excruciating enough, my mother decided to actually try to get me to talk about my "art" and how it made me feel... and then my sister came into my room and decided to have add her analysis.
i haven't so much as doodled a stickman since then.
(, Thu 16 Jun 2005, 21:57, Reply)
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