Vagina, vagina, vagina

In the second of six watercolor classes for beginners I'm attending on Monday nights, I had barely gotten over my debacle of the previous week where I learned that, contrary to my own beliefs, I can't paint, only to be confronted by Vagina. Seriously, nude modeling for beginner students in the second class? Holy fucking shit. And, bang! VAGINA!

On the other hand, the chick was gorgeous in a great curvy way, had great tattoos, and was of some Asian ethnicity, my favorite in gorgeous women, so it was kind of joyful. But better yet, the previous week of failing to create a green, glass bottle from a still life arrangement with watercolors was put behind me and I produced some watercolors last night that I was pretty proud of. Who knew? Vagina makes me creative. Woot!