Boys are icky and have cooties. Oh, and nits.. can't forget the nits.
My job is draining my life force away-- no time for painty fun.
So I doodled a bit. My ma and I played "police sketch artist" and she looks at someone in a magazine or on the computer and I ask questions. Then I draw em. Fun game. HA
My tendons are tender.
Damn gravity. Would be nice if I could float.
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