and i'm not just hurting over his lackluster reaction to the photos i showed him today. fuck him for that. whatever. i don't need his validation. he won't like any of my art until it makes money. he doesn't like the title i came up with because it doesn't explain what the book is about. this is art. not "Here Is A Book of Pictures My Cat Took". what's wrong with him? it's like he wants everything i do explained.
it turns out i don't need facebook to piss of native americans. and, no, i'm not capitalizing. all the hate i have gotten from them all of my life has finally broken this camel's back. fuck the natives. my ancestors did nothing to them, didn't get here for 150 years after all that shit went down, but i'm really starting to wish they did. then at least i would deserve the vitriol i get from them. the hatred is more blind than that of the GOP. (Though there is a disturbing crossover there, between the GOP and the natives.)
so it's been a weird day. i know i'm going to break down and clean the kitchen. that just pisses me off more.