Today, artwork that I had been working on for months was destroyed, leaving me almost in tears. The culprit? A lonely pigeon who'd got into the room and shat all over it. FML
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Fall
Dead leaves, the first cold of the season and an umbrella flipped inside out: fall, the season of grace.
Today, a bird flew into the workshop where I work, gave itself a tour of the place, then promptly pooped on my lunch and left. FML
Today, I finished a painting I'd spent 3 weeks working on for an exhibition. When I came back from lunch, my cat was perched above it on my desk. He looked at me, then down at the painting, then jumped down onto it. He slipped and smeared the wet paint everywhere, ruining the whole thing. FML
Today, I was finishing up my art project that was due the next day. I was really tired and fell asleep on my table. Three hours later, I woke up to find my project torn to bits. I went out and saw my cat vomiting out feathers and other materials I used for my project. FML
Today, just when I thought my day couldn't get any worse, a bird shat on my lunch. FML
Today, I killed a pigeon. It choked to death on a piece of bread I threw its way. FML
Today, I was looking through an old box of personal artwork when I realised the entire box was damp. This was all my own art from the past 3 years, smudged and smelling of cat urine. I was supposed to showcase some of it in a competition winning gallery this month. FML
Today, I realized that since I started working full time, the only friend I have left is my cat. Lonely and bored out of my mind, I told him about my day. He decided to end the conversation by shitting on the floor. FML
Today, I found out that my art project, the one I've been working on for the last two weeks and the first piece I felt really comfortable about turning in, was stolen out of the art cupboard. FML
Today, I moved into my new apartment complex. I left some items including a cherished painting my best friend made for me outside the front door while I moved furniture into my bedroom. When I went back outside, someone had kicked a huge hole in the painting. Welcome to the neighborhood. FML
Today, I was unloading tile boxes out of my pickup truck into this lady's garage. As I grabbed the last 50-pound box, a passing bird shat on my forehead. Green ooze ran down my whole face. FML
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Top comments
leary96 15
Now they are all abstract and speak of societies crappy expectations.
martin8337 36
So sorry to hear that.
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Comments (112)
jaynapellett 6
Sell it as abstract.
buckdharma 38
If it was a self portrait, then I must say darling, you look like shit.
Rapunzel1974 23
Everyone's a critic.
biloxi_girl 22
That really sucks, I know artist put a lot of time and a lot of themselves into their work. I hope you're more carful next time.
worldclassrager 41
Is it possible to cover it up? You never know someone may still buy it...
TrialErrorTrial 14
Sorry op, thats a shitty situation.
Mintaka_fml 11
I guess being an art critic really is for the birds.
StzaCrack666 18
i hate pigeons. vile creatures they are.
Tupelo_Honey 30
How did you know the pigeon was lonely, op?
graceinsheepwear 34
Exactly! Wondering if they meant "lowly."
WinterBlue42 22
Where I live, a lone animal is usually referred to as 'lonely'. Not sure why. .
WeskersSexslave 15
scrape it or paint over it!