Sex & the sculpture

Yesterday decided i had a crush on a bloke at work. I guess it was all the testosterone around the place lately what with the footballers & all the hard work we been doing & he does have a cute butt/broad shoulders combo which gets me every time. A hangover from the first BF back in the mists of time who was a seriously gorgeous hunk of a bloke & there u are, forever reverting whenever u drop a hat.

Anyway it has worn off already, like a 12 hr virus. But it was way cool that i took that energy & went to the studio after work & did some sculpture & put on some music & worked very hard & humming along to the mp3z & made some work. Generally if u need an energy boost & help to concentrate then a bit of infatuation will do it for ya. I must admit to not being stirred by anybody in flamin ages i spose i just been working too hard for too long to care about anything much, but a couple of slower days at work & there you go the mind starts to wander.

The Arts work better with sex involved, generally. Like where would rock n roll be if the blokes in their codpieces & mascara weren't trying to get laid? Like where would any artistic endeavour come from if not originally to attract attention? With rock n roll it even works LOL.
Heh... sculpture... pfft. Maybe i'll choose better in the next life or summink.