Dear Illustrator,
When I want to flip the whole fucking shape inside out, I will TELL you. Otherwise, let's assume I am trying to just move a point like a human being, mkay?
Sold my soul this week for just a few dollars more. Fonely I had enough money to tell people to fuck off. Helping a friend is honorable and trumps working for scumbags, right? Plus: roof over our head and all that good stuff. Ugh. I'll be glad when this one is over and the check is cleared and spent.
8:20 PM