Recently I was remembering how awesome MS Paint was. Remember that program? It was the coolest.
So I tried to go draw something in MS Paint. But it turns out I have a mac and it doesn't have that program. Luckily the magical interweb had something equivalent called paintbrush. So I totally downloaded it for free and got to work writing Dino a really sweet email, where all my loving messages were enclosed in hearts.
It started off well
Only my handwriting looked like a 6 year old's. I swear to god I used to have more skills on MS Paint.
Since my handwriting didn't look very romantic, my messages got progressively less romantic too.
But then I felt bad and I had to reign it in a little.
Oh man. That is gross.
Even I was grossed out by myself.
So was he. I have officially ruined romance with fake MS Paint. Sigh.
Conclusions to be drawn from this:
1. Sometimes you might think you're an artist. But you're probably wrong
2. Writing with a touchpad is like writing with one of those pens they sold at those novelty stores where it vibrates and you think it's funny for all of 4 minutes but then if you buy it you realize immediately that you have just wasted your money because this isn't fun any more guys. (Unless you come up with other uses for your pen.)
3. People sometimes think that artists are romantic. But then you think about Picasso and you wouldn't really want to be painted by him would you? That feels more like a veiled insult. And then when your boyfriend who thinks he's a writer writes a poem about you they are usually cheesy and horrible and you feel a little embarrassed for him and your libido shrivels like a stale raisin. I think the only kind of romantic artists are musicians. One time I sang Teenage Dream to Dino accompanied by my ukulele. It seemed like he liked it. But it might have had more to do with me being dressed in just a ukulele. I can't be sure.
4. Don't ask me for romance advice. My ideas blow.