Gibberings
Dad told me never to use XTREE when he wasn’t in the room.
January 5, 2009 ~ 04:01:17 PM * -08:00ST
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Log # 395
The Golden Age of Prints Approacheth (Again)
As I type this, I am one-fisting a foiled chicken burrito, naked, praying for death or at least coma.
I keep telling myself that Seattle will be worse this summer, that at least in Death Valley there is interesting wildlife and free-for-the-taking transients on every corner. I made the right choice, I say, wheezing. Gas may be five dollars per gallon, but all my motors run on hate. I’ll be fine.
I laid down a sizable smatter of smackers for a replacement printer today, meaning that the Etsy store is about to go back up.
ECTOBEE: I gonna die.
STICKYPIG: this heat is horrid.
ECTOBEE: I don’t even have AC.
ECTOBEE: I’m gonna be one of those old people you hear about, found jerkified on their sofas.
STICKYPIG: they will find you, full of sadness, but still start chewing on you.
When I stand up, my little folding camp chair remains adhered to my generous buttocks. I do this for you.
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Eliza Gauger on June 20th, 2008 ~ 06:43:46 PM
Slotted into Artwork, Depressing, Etsy, Hate, Paintings, Photography |
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June 20, 2008 at 6:55 pm
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Yay for printers. MY husband ordered a Batsmax print for my birthday and I’m so excited about it. :D :D I have longed wanted to hang it up in my kitchen.
