You boss me I boss you.
Done. Ladylike. Deuces.
I think I am done with OPP--other people's parents. A thought to mull over and follow. And maybe even OPP--other people's parties. And I have *never* been down with opp--other people's property.
Whoosh! Whooshie Mcwhooshington!
I tried to tell ya you were dust dust dust?! Why no listen? Whayyy gypsy?
Okay no more movie quotes. I can find everyone and their boyfriend and best friend and apartment or home but when it comes to relocating myself, I have a hard hard time with making it work. Mostly because thought of my mom reappearing while I am emotionally not prepared still makes me wanna pee my widdle pants and all my friends pee their widdle pants too.
Oh! And! People who masquerade as her! Not cool!
Alright. Back to business. You only like me til I make beautiful things! Which means I ought to cut you off before satan or somebody graces me with genetic offspring. Those will be the beautifulest things of all.
I dare to dream. Do you?
In other news, I require clean unfinished wooden pallets; some flat matte finish paint in teal, salmon, forest, or black; and some wood stain. Some painters' tape. A tarp.
A tent, a kayak, a map.
Grunyons.
Erika