I wanna be Frida

Since I cant paint or draw for shit, I've decided I want to be the Frida Kahlo of writing. Actually, what really happened was that I wrote something earlier that really just horrified me...that is...well...graphically and also topic wise, it horrified me. It grossed me out because of how much of myself I put into this paticular piece of writing...but only the bad horrible parts--I tried to make them funny. Before anyone asks me, I wont be asking people to read this short story I wrote anytime soon...but it got me thinking of Frida Kahlo--her paintings are so grotesquely honest...that I decided...Fuck it.
I'm gonna be the Frida Kahlo of writing.

Is it wierd to want to vomit at something you created? Forget catharsis--I wanted to be sick when I read it...but I am going back to finish it now...glutton for punishment? Insane? Cooky? Crazy cat lady? Full of myself? Discuss.

PS: In case you dont know Frida...figure it out. Her work is awesome. I wont even put a link to make it easy--look her up.