But whatever, I have done 6+ large, intricate ink drawings of, I don’t know, stuff this weekend because when I get on a kick I GET ON A KICK. Hopefully … Continue reading
He’s supposed to be posed dashingly with his sword, but I’m pretty sure he’s actually golfing.
Thanks to one of my friends the other day, I finally know what I’m doing for September (Burning Man, anyone?), so I just need to finish the drawing and colouring on … Continue reading
It’s the only sport for which an insane terror of getting hit by the ball is actually helpful.
Today is a weird day to publish this, since I’m actually home sick and not making it to the gym at all, but whatever. I’m a zany unpredictable fool. With … Continue reading
So, full disclosure, the amazing leggings I got were free, because my awesome friend Katie of Lineage Wear needed plus size brand ambassadors (basically, pictures of my big butt wearing … Continue reading
I work in a shop that is currently staffed by 8 people, 6 of whom are Mexican, and the soccer talk, it is EVERYWHERE. I even watched part of a … Continue reading
Because I really only care about yearly sporting events if they involve puppies. Or kittens. Or ocelots. Is that a thing? That should be a thing.
Because the tendency to leap out of the way when someone else heads for the same chair as you is not what that game is about.
Y’all, there was a game of musical chairs at my work Christmas party that seemed likely to dissolve into bloodshed at any moment. I was actually thrilled to be out … Continue reading