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What I wouldn't give for a backscratcher.
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Yeah, I know. A month or more of me not posting anything, and the only thing I can come up with is that my back is itchy?
It's sad and pathetic and it's really really true. If I had a left nut, I'd gladly give it for a backscratcher. I wish I knew where I put my jimmied-together 'bent-fork-taped-to-ruler' contraption, but I have a feeling that I left it in Calgary. DAMMIT. I had a ruler around here, I know I did! All I'd have to do is go downstairs, steal a fork, bend it and then tape the ever-loving hell out of it!
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Woah, I wrote that about a month ago. I really, really need to keep up on these things!
Not much new to report, I'm sorry to say. I've sort've wussed out on Facebook and Livejournal (though I still spend way too much time every day catching up/reading updates/wasting time) and a million other things.
The only thing of note I can think of on the top of my head is that last month Mellon and I went to visit Kree and MAtW in Orillia and then the next day my cousin Barry died of possible alcohol poisoning. Barry was a lot older than I, and used to be an amazing artist who could draw pretty damn well anything. Unfortunately, he also had a history of drug/alcohol abuse and that kinda wore away his ability. He was aunt Pat's eldest son, so of course it hit her hard. I painted cards for my cousins/aunt/parents/brother with sacred hearts/swallow tattoo designs, which people seemed to like. Barry had a bunch of tattoos and I always wanted to ask him about them, to hear if there were any stories about them...
Bleh.
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Yeah, I know. A month or more of me not posting anything, and the only thing I can come up with is that my back is itchy?
It's sad and pathetic and it's really really true. If I had a left nut, I'd gladly give it for a backscratcher. I wish I knew where I put my jimmied-together 'bent-fork-taped-to-ruler' contraption, but I have a feeling that I left it in Calgary. DAMMIT. I had a ruler around here, I know I did! All I'd have to do is go downstairs, steal a fork, bend it and then tape the ever-loving hell out of it!
...
Woah, I wrote that about a month ago. I really, really need to keep up on these things!
Not much new to report, I'm sorry to say. I've sort've wussed out on Facebook and Livejournal (though I still spend way too much time every day catching up/reading updates/wasting time) and a million other things.
The only thing of note I can think of on the top of my head is that last month Mellon and I went to visit Kree and MAtW in Orillia and then the next day my cousin Barry died of possible alcohol poisoning. Barry was a lot older than I, and used to be an amazing artist who could draw pretty damn well anything. Unfortunately, he also had a history of drug/alcohol abuse and that kinda wore away his ability. He was aunt Pat's eldest son, so of course it hit her hard. I painted cards for my cousins/aunt/parents/brother with sacred hearts/swallow tattoo designs, which people seemed to like. Barry had a bunch of tattoos and I always wanted to ask him about them, to hear if there were any stories about them...
Bleh.