Poor H. got harassed by the drug dogs this morning. By the way, just to end the suspense, she doesn't do the drugs...she just had to deal with the dogs. So I drew her a picture:
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The Sidewalk Arts Festival is coming up! I can't wait! This is something I've always wanted to do since I heard about it in high school. Participating last year was just as wonderful and happy as I thought it would be.
My goofy roommate and (even goofier) me made matching shirts last year:
After a brief stint into one of my "deep blue funks" I've emerged happy-go-lucky as ever. As if in celebration of this event I discovered Reel Big Fish and my long-lost love for ska. And I am reacquainting myself with Big Bad Voodoo Daddy. So my house is pretty hoppin' right now! And I'm happy as a lark. Life is once more a golden song
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