well, I'm back home. Home home. Where I grew up.
And I'm hating pretty much very minute here.
Oh, but last week, I was at the supermarket, and an old classmate of mine (whom I used to hate) GOT FAT!=) that backstabbing c**t. she deserves it.
Elin 1 - old school tormentor...0
I can't draw. And I forgot all my records in my apartment.
I've got this idea for a comic I wanna do, but I can't seem to get it out on paper. This is where creativity comes to die. Burträsk.
An elephantgraveyard for souls.
And I miss my man tremendously.
Oh, and yesterday, I got human feces in my hair.