New Craft Babble; Old Craft Pictures; Therapy Stuff A Bit
I moved a couple of buttons on a top so that they will actually fit over my shoulders. I foolishly asked Baba what he thought, since he was the only person in the room, and he pulled a disgusted face. However, I have simply interpreted this as horror at my VISIBLE SHOULDERS and decided that my own judgement is the way forward. Yes. Now I have something to wear if we get a warm day this year. Hurrah!
The last therapy homework consisted of RULES by which I live even though they are horrible and self-destructive. They were uttered by stick figures representing the Puritan in my head and the warped version of my ethics that tells me how much if a waste of my carbon footprint I am. Tonight I have drawn a Lovely Friendly Teddy Bear and an Unusually Fuzzy Secular Humanist to utter my Nice Reasonable Non-Horrid Rules. They both look very cheery and will make it easier to write nice things or at least harder to write snide ones. Already they have said a couple of things, but there is still more to do which I shall endeavour not to forget as there is not really room for a large book and crayons at bookbinding if last-minuting is needed.
I need more hobbies I think. I do not find motivation in this house very easy but it must be vaguely possible. Bookbinding will be improved by my actually being able to stay the whole length of the class, but it is clearly insufficient. Maybe just beetling into town with Harry and sitting typing gibberish would be sufficient Activity?
I have run out of stuff to say. Here are some vanity pictures of Barbie dresses from last year and the gaffer tape corset from, um, 2002.
http://www.flickr.com/photos/25694943@N08/3185669168/
http://www.flickr.com/photos/25694943@N08/3184825583/
http://www.flickr.com/photos/25694943@N08/3184825811/
I apologise that there is no cleavage in the corset pictures but I do not really possess such a thing and even if I did I would not much enjoy wearing gaffer tape directly against my skin.
The last therapy homework consisted of RULES by which I live even though they are horrible and self-destructive. They were uttered by stick figures representing the Puritan in my head and the warped version of my ethics that tells me how much if a waste of my carbon footprint I am. Tonight I have drawn a Lovely Friendly Teddy Bear and an Unusually Fuzzy Secular Humanist to utter my Nice Reasonable Non-Horrid Rules. They both look very cheery and will make it easier to write nice things or at least harder to write snide ones. Already they have said a couple of things, but there is still more to do which I shall endeavour not to forget as there is not really room for a large book and crayons at bookbinding if last-minuting is needed.
I need more hobbies I think. I do not find motivation in this house very easy but it must be vaguely possible. Bookbinding will be improved by my actually being able to stay the whole length of the class, but it is clearly insufficient. Maybe just beetling into town with Harry and sitting typing gibberish would be sufficient Activity?
I have run out of stuff to say. Here are some vanity pictures of Barbie dresses from last year and the gaffer tape corset from, um, 2002.
http://www.flickr.com/photos/25694943@N08/3185669168/
http://www.flickr.com/photos/25694943@N08/3184825583/
http://www.flickr.com/photos/25694943@N08/3184825811/
I apologise that there is no cleavage in the corset pictures but I do not really possess such a thing and even if I did I would not much enjoy wearing gaffer tape directly against my skin.