any day where i get a beard rubbed up against me is automatically pretty good. yesterday this happened while the bearder was describing me as fanTAStic. in front of a room full of curious strangers. i can still blush! 20 minutes later a delicate young pharmacist looked at me over his glasses with his pale, pale eyes and said my new favorite endearment: "baby, you are no drug lord." a good day.
my etsy shop
- here's some stuff i made
other things i do
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Recent Posts
- caffè pagati
- from Jane McGonigal's Reality Is Broken: Why Games Make Us Better and How They Can Change the World
- frozen peach cocktail
- pomegranate-mint cocktail
- quite a week
- february is better than january
- every time i think, next time, i will get it right
- why i'm a jerk
- bioluminescence
- "you seem really happy."
