Mysterious Cities of Gold

I *finally* got around to watching the CDs full of Cities of Gold that the wonderful Grant (angriest) burnt for me for my birthday. I was bouncing up and down on the couch with a big goofy grin on my face. Estaban is *just* as adorable as I remember him being! I was worried the show wouldn't be as good as I remembered it, but like Ulysses 31, it hasn't lost its awesomeness, or had awesomeness due to childhood memories. The story really is fabulous.

The only thing I sigh about is that the person that put the episodes on the net cut off the educational bits at the end of the episodes. I fucking *loved* those as a kid!

I just took 25 milligrams of codeine. Hopefully it'll help with the pain. It's already taking effect!

Oh, and my right ovary is giving me SO MUCH GYP!! I don't know if I'll be able to sleep tonight. *sigh*

Okay, life is getting out of control again.

I used to be able to have a say in how my life went. I'd sleep when I needed to sleep, work when I needed to work, do what I needed to when I needed to do it.

Not anymore. I sleep when my body cannot take another moment of being awake. When my exhaustion overtakes the pain.

It's beautiful outside and I want to go for walks and have coffee in Perth and watch the world go by, wear lovely clothes and sexy shoes and meet people. Instead I'm waking up at 12 o'clock, staying in my jim-jams for longer than is necessary, counting my days by the TV shows I catch and what other people in the house are doing. I read my friends list religiously because it's my only link to a social circle anymore.

I feel isolated, alone, worthless, guilty, and a plethora of other self-debasing emotions that really aren't all that good for my mental health. I wonder if it's because it's a week before my period happens again. I kinda look forward to that, because after the first three days, I have the best days of the month. Maybe then I can go for a walk and enjoy the sunshine.

I'm going to go to an endometriosis specialist. I can't go on like this without trying to do something for myself.

The sun is getting to me.

I'm feeling bouncy. Stupid hormones. LOL! Rogue is running around chasing flies. She loves flies! I'm watching Cities of Gold on Youtube. *happy sigh*

Print Sale - Please help!

Hey everyone.

I'm in a bit of a pickle. I've come to the point with my endometriosis that I need specialist care. GPs and general OBGYN gynaes just don't know the complete range of care that's out there for endo sufferers, and I feel it's well over time that I took the bull by the horns. I know I had a sale recently for OpenCanvas, but I didn't actually make any sales at that point (my fault, I got distracted).

There's every possibility that each consultation with this specialist will cost me 100-200 dollars or more. I already am behind on rent payments with my Dad, so these consults will push my amount owing right into the 700 dollar mark.

This isn't me asking for donations - this is me asking for your business. If you're in the market for art, please consider my prints.

( Thumbies under here! There are a lot! )

If there's a particular piece that you want, just leave a comment and I'll let you know if its available for printing (it all depends on how large the piece is).

The prices are:

- $15 US for a matte piece
- $20 US for a gloss piece

Each print will be HAND SIGNED in either gold, silver or black pen (your choice).

If you would like to purchase a print, please do the following:

Email naceyart(at)iinet.net.au with the following information:

Name
Which piece you would like to buy
Quantity (how many prints you want)
Your postal address

When I respond to you, then we can make arrangements for payment. I prefer to be paid AFTER I send everything off (incentive for me NOT to forget people).

If you buy more than one print the price of the print is reduced, as I only need to charge for postage once. For example, if you buy more than two matte pieces, then the price drops to $10. For gloss this is $15 respectively.

If you can't afford to buy, but know people who might be interested, please let them know. Thank you.

Am I prudish?

I don't like this photo. (WARNING: NSFW!!! That's NOT SAFE FOR WORK!)

It tries too hard. And I'm sick of seeing women cut off from their own genitals/sexual parts. Why are these artists scared of confronting the subject of their lust? Cowards.

Manet and his courtesan owns ALL YOUR fucking asses, beetches!

And the Insensitive Prick Award goes to:

Dad: Nancy! Did you do the dishes?
Nacey: [playing with Rogue who is in a box] Yes! [Laughs at Rogue being cute]
Dad: You're laughing! That means you're not sick! Get a job!
Nacey:...