To spice things up a bit at the workplace, I decided to perform a reenactment of my equine origins. On my trips to the fax machine I trotted along briskly on all fours, with clinched fists to simulate hooves. Preoccupied with email, my coworkers appeared not to notice this novel maneuver. To let loose my horse spirit, I shook my mane by the ( Read more... )

I am so sad that one of my top childhood heroes died. RIP Patrick McGoohan.


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I made a portrait:


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things i am dying to do:

1. take a hot bubble bath
2. build an elaborate blanket fort
3. cover my nude body in paint and roll around on a canvas
4. watch several episodes of the wonder years

I just bought my first hair dryer. It is black with pink buttons and little pink sparkles. Now I am a real woman.

I remember in middle school I signed a kid's year book with my own rendition of Donovan's face.

I don't like to wear shirts. Nor bras. Clearly I am a man.

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I just can't stop making home decor.


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