i met jenn yesterday. an artist chick i first saw on a bus three years ago and had a thought of how i'd like to be the person she showed herself as being. it was an odd coincidence that we ended up talking on ICQ at which point i was like "don't i know you from somewhere?"

i took her out for a booster juice. she had the original. i had mango. i commissioned a painting off her. basically : a woman sits on a bench amist a muted background. her lips are crimson. they match her pants. she looks down at her hands which are folded over her knees. she is off to the corner but there is no sense of lonliness. it's raw and it's incredible and i'll be glad to have it in my possesion.

truth be told, i never really had any doubts about her ability. the thought that i might look through her portfolio and not like what i saw never even occured to me. her creative genius made itself apparent through the passion in which she spoke of her art.

i had her pretty well pegged.