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In which I am morbid and creepifyin’.

There is something remarkably satisfying about drawing a jar full of eyeballs. In related news, I’m gradually turning a Barbie into Willow Rosenberg. So far I’ve repainted her face (and … Continue reading →

January 6, 2017 · 5 Comments

In which I am somewhat obscure.

So it appears that ‘East of the Sun, West of the Moon’ is not nearly as well known as I had assumed it would be, which means I can only … Continue reading →

January 4, 2017 · 3 Comments

Goodbye, 2016. Can I have a pause button?

This is where I’m supposed to be all, “Ugh, 2016, die in a fire,” but I just can’t. This has been a scary and depressing and difficult damn year, … Continue reading →

December 31, 2016 · Leave a comment

Ugh, today. Tomorrow I will be a rebel princess fighter again; today I am a lump of sad.

Speaking of our beloved General Organa, mental health care is yet another area threatened by Emperor Palpatine Orange Garbagefire and his shitty, shitty me-first fuck everyone look at my gold … Continue reading →

December 27, 2016 · 2 Comments

In which I am probably inappropriate in several ways.

If you could just paint tattoos on and they stayed, I would be all over that and also possibly make some regrettable choices. Speaking of regrettable choices, it looks like … Continue reading →

December 22, 2016 · 3 Comments

So I’m not going to push anyone to take action today, because today is a shitty day and we all need an occasional day off. Personally, I started my day … Continue reading →

December 20, 2016 · 1 Comment