When I'm not entertaining kids, writing papers or stressing out over some member of the opposite sex, I sometimes make things.
The Mighty Boosh Barrette
Never do I wear mine that I don't get lots of comments and compliments, even from people who have no idea what they symbolize. I sell them on Etsy and eBay, but, since I want to retain anonymity here I won't be posting the link.
The closer I get to my evening plans, the less excited I become. I'm not even sure why I'm going out. Woe.
“The real voyage of discovery consists not in seeking new landscapes but in having new eyes.” - Marcel Proust
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Saturday, September 18, 2010
Friday, September 17, 2010
Orange Air
I can't let people get close to me. It isn't allowed.
Except for Noel Fielding. He can get as close as he wants. In fact, the closer the better.
Except for Noel Fielding. He can get as close as he wants. In fact, the closer the better.
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