I walk to the upscale-ish restaurant/bar in my neighborhood, arrive exactly on time, belly up to the bar and order a well bourbon with a beer back. I'm wearing something cute but not risque; jeans, T-shirt, cowboy boots, leather jacket. It's a lovely evening, for winter. The door opens a few times and I keep turning to check. The third time, it's unmistakably the guy from the ad... 40 pounds heavier and a lot less attractive.
I'm teaching myself vitreous painting and so far it's been really fun, with some attempts turning out better than others... not necessarily in order of experience.
First attempt pre-firing:
Second attempt post-firing:
Third attempt pre-firing:
3 Miniature composition books
I sure hope they like tentacles.
Is crocheting nooses considered a "dark craft?"
So i have a degree in mechanical engineering, and working on my Phd in aviation science and have my lic. to fly helicopters to get on place to another to take over the world!
Hm. I am looking for a raven-haired hench-babe.
I am literally running out the door to a wedding (not my own) and must deliver merely these too-brief remarks, and a picture.
Holy shit they're SO CUTE!
The children have given them the somewhat dubious names Cow, Fudge, and Miss Fuzzycheeks.
I invited a few people for dinner. Somehow, this ended up happening.
We found things in the dumpster.
Some pics of me in my old bellydancing getup. I have new getup now. Also I am fatter.
Here is a picture of his painting.