Stupid fucking recession. D:

It's gotten too hard to find a job!

I'M SCREWED I TELL YA. SCREWED UP THE HEEZY.

IT'S THE BEST I'VE FELT IN A LONG TIME, INDEED.

IT'S WARM OUT, AND I GOT MY ANTI DEPRESSANTS. I'M FEELING PRETTY PEACHY.

OHMYGOD OHMYGOD. AND I TALKED TO MY BOYFRIEND, BOIIII.

AND I WAS HAPPY BECAUSE I MISSED HIM FROM YESTERDAY BECAUSE WE WERE TOTALLY LISTENING TO GREEN DAY AND I WAS ALL CUDDLY.


I. LOVE. FUCKIN'. LIFE.

HOLY SHIT. PEACE NIGZ.

I've decided to introduce myself to the folks here on Deviant art, young or old.

Hey men and women. My name is Rachel, and I'm a very varied artist. I'm somewhat like a hippie, and love to walk around with long skirts. Earth is my friend, and I fly solo right now. Some of my favorite things are black coffee, recording covers, cigarettes, and good old Seinfield. I have four very good friends, and that's all I need. I have not a clue what I will do in the future. More precisely, in a year when I graduate. My parents are frightened. Haha. I paint with oils.


I'll finish later. Ciao, pals.