Social Suicide

Well, everyone, the madness has subsided, and things have finally settled down nicely. Or so we think. I have whiskey-induced turrets (I have no idea how to spell that) in which I say mean & bitchy things, henceforth, whiskey shall be cut out of my diet.

Otherwise, I have not much to do. Methinks I will design some feather-adorned things and make sweet love to a pencil & some paper, ifyouknowwhatI'msayin.... I'm going to draw, people! DRAW. THAT'S WHAT THAT MEANS.

Also, to Chris: I'm sorry I didn't get a picture of the stripper-mom in her Santy Claus garb. *shudder*

2004-12-28 | 1:03 p.m.

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