I Love

Laundromats.

That's where I'm writing from.

Hello from Coin Laundry.

These are actually from a previous Laundromat adventure. I think there's a reason why we're best friends. All your other friends can still hit you when held out at your arm's length. I can't.

Stupid short arms.

Self Esteem

is relative.

Goals, goals, goals.

My whole life is made up of goals.

I think I have too many.

I'm in a weird mood today.

I'm really happy, but really angry and frustrated.

I want/need/would love to learn Russian and French.

I got paid today.

It felt good to be welcomed back, and paid in full. I even got my regular chair.

Stupid giant Reese's.

Stupid loving little sisters.

Stupid mind.

Stupid life.

Stupid.

:), Part II.

The perks of being a Visual Artist:

being used for portraits again, this time featuring a necklace

with your portrait in wire.

:)

The perks of being a Visual Artist:
having friends who use you as a model.

Ah, Recovery.

I am back at school again.

And behind on my work.

But I got to go home ('cause I was sick)

rest, watch Cops, do laundry, go to the grocer's,

all that good stuff.

And now I'm stressed.

At least it wasn't The Oinkers.

Oink, oink.