and a little while ago I did a painting, which surprised me by how good it came out:
and yes, I just got photobucket and figured out how to put my pictures up here, so nyeh.
More art:
Wouldn't you want to find Hunter S. Thompson sneaking down
your hallway with a bag full of drugs?

My stipling piece.
And for the men putting up with this, BOOBIES:
I went swimming today and wore myself out. It was very nice out
while I was paddling around, though the weather channel said it was
thunderstorming. Liars. However, I was by myself and there
were a a few groups of people there, so you know how awkward that was,
trying to do little laps 15 feet, back and forth, back and forth.
I am lame.
thank you, that is all.
-g.
Estrogen levels: |
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Sounds ping-poging around my head: |
David Bowie, "Strangers When We Meet" |