The Mich hides.
And noticed how cleverly I avoided drawing the horse?
On the subject of the art of others, there's an art show in Colonial Williamsburg today that I'll be spending the better part of said day at, assisting my aunt at her tent. (Although most likely it'd be fetching and carrying, emergency credit-card running when she's out for a second, or general company-keeping.) I know pretty much no one ever reads the rants, and even fewer are local, but come out to Duke of Gloucester St. today if you do and you are. And, like, buy stuff.
If you have been, that's not fair.
It's like an ice cream cone with sushi by Mich
Sunday, April 29, 2007 at 8:03 AM
I'm realising I have very little to talk about. I move soon, and all sorts of other stuff, and I'm just generally to worn out about varying things to want to even think about them. So I shan't.
'Oh, what a tasty pink Michelin man!' by Kara
Sunday, April 29, 2007 at 6:33 AM
Wickliffe rocks. So does Kezja. I mean, everyone rocks. But seriously, check this out.