Re: last post.
I realize now that could be commentary on pubic hair. It wasn’t. But thanks for taking the high road.
(…or just not being as perverted as I am)
My daughter is a bazillion miles away for two weeks and my knee is killing me and it’s almost the august and anxiety is horrible and this bath water is like lava and I’m grilling chicken for dinner and can’t think of a damn thing I want to go with it and when the fuck did I get forehead wrinkles and I AM GRUMPY and *further whining, ad nauseum*
I miss you fuckers. Tell me some things. Like, what you’ve been up to. Or what to make with chicken.
Hey, also- remember the tiny things I’ve been painting?