I'm just in one of those moods.
Listening: Cowboy Junkies mix ("200 More Miles" as I type this).
It's cold in here and I'm lamenting that my baggy black dress wore out and I never made a new one. I need a new one. The grunge-look* ragdoll I was in high school needs it so she can wear that huge red flannel shirt the way it was meant to be worn.
Sometimes when I'm grumpy I draw ridiculous things with Photoshop during my lunch breaks.
Listening: Cowboy Junkies mix ("200 More Miles" as I type this).
It's cold in here and I'm lamenting that my baggy black dress wore out and I never made a new one. I need a new one. The grunge-look* ragdoll I was in high school needs it so she can wear that huge red flannel shirt the way it was meant to be worn.
Sometimes when I'm grumpy I draw ridiculous things with Photoshop during my lunch breaks.
*I say "grunge-look" because I never actually listened to the music. The clothes, though, were a great cover for a girl who couldn't keep up with the aesthetic expectations of an upper-middle-class suburban high school.
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