Idea: Let's dig up some old journals!

The other night I was going through all my boxes of art supplies, trying to feel inspired, when I came across an old drawing journal from when I was, like, 19, and had to draw/write random crap daily for Art 120, and spent most of my time wondering if my teacher would even look at the whole thing, and if he did, would I fail whatever cruel test required students to draw constantly, even when they were completely uninspired?

And I found this gem, under a picture of my foot:

November 28, 2002
today we had some turkey and french wine and lots of other really good food. i do not feel at all bad for the turkey or vegetables. we gave them a good home in our stomaches.

this, unfortunately, was the highlight of the journal, unless you count the series I drew of my hand in various positions, which were quite good- but here I am, 5 years later, thinking I should have drawn my hand doing sillier things than holding a book or clenching my fist. it would have been funnier if I was, say, stirring a drink with my cellphone antenna (which I used to do quite often), or pulling someone's hair, or even picking my nose. maybe if I had been picking my nose more often, I would have found love (O Tell Me the Truth About Love!). now I can't pick my nose! what will become of me? I'll have to ride more buses and hope people step on my feet.

tangent. want turkey. signing off now.
xoxoxoBon