Why is my family so fucking retarded that they can't understand the words: "Where are the paints?" I would like to paint a fucking picture ,god damn it! Seriously, i had to of asked my mom a dozen times and every time she ignored me and either turned up the tv or walked out of the room. She could have at least said: "I don't know." But no, she's being retarded and ignoring me. Seriously, I just want to paint a picture, it's not that hard to reply to a question telling me where the paint is.
Why is she ignoring you? The way you put it, it sounds like she did it deliberately. The least she could do is help you find them, and encourage you in your creativity!
Yeah... if my mom was ignoring me like that i would snap forsure, especialy over the whereabouts of paint.
oh man.. why do i see you painting all these terrible things from your childhood and then getting rich off of it?
She is ignoring you..did you say "where are my fucking paints?"...cause I would ignore you to. But if you didn't then she should try and help you and not ignore you. If you were my daughter and you wanted to paint. I would go and buy you some and then erect whatever size canvas you wanted and tell you to "go to town" and have fun. There is nothing better than creativity.
my mother just bought me a book on drawing. she bought my 5 year old one, too. so we can work on it together. kai's better than i am.
You kidding me? i can't paint worth a shit and i hate modern art ,so i basically paint like flowers and shit like that
No man, i was just like "Hey mom, where are the paints?" then i was like "Madre, where are the paints?" she just wouldn't listen
Uh...maybe she is ignoring you because of your perpetually shitty attitude. Who should have to deal with that? Does she really have to know where all your belongings are? Look for them yourself. And keep track of your things.
thats why i keep my paints under lock and key.... no middle man.... just ME and my paints... my only recommendation is to try looking harder next time....
Because my mom is crazy and keeps track of like all the art supplies and shit. She keeps track of the stained glass, clay, paints, threads, needles and shit like that. She's kinda crazy
we don't have a fireplace, we have a fire pit and it's all like dewwy outside so it is no longer charcoal, more like mud
... and getting out of control pissed is going to help the situation? Something comes to mind about an apple and a tree- it has to do with one's proximity to the other... I'll let everyone do the math on that one.