Damn, Charlotte. Ladies, if you want to get a handsome, rich, and socially awkward dude, practice that xylophone.
Sorry, I was back Wednesday but I’ve been more or less a cat-cuddling zombie till today. Dammit, Charlotte!
Last week was sparse, I know, but I’m really hoping to get all the way through Collins’ proposal this week. I’m going out of town on Sunday for eight days, … Continue reading
So I spotted Laundry Queen at the grocery store today, and it kind of made my day, and I was about to be all, “Laundry Queen! She’s the best!” on … Continue reading
Ugh, this guy again. I should really just give him a fedora and get it over with. Dammit, Lydia! And therein lies the cheat, because damned if I’m drawing all … Continue reading
Reading while walking ,who hasn’t done it? Or tentacling, or whatever those fancy jellyfish feelers are actually called. (They are, in fact, tentacles. Thanks Google and the Smithsonian!)