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- sore legs = a happy heart
- In the midst of the word he was trying to say, In the midst of his laughter and glee, He had softly and suddenly vanished away— For the Snark *was* a Boojum, you see.
- Chilly Morning
- Horrible rodent-born diseases
- New Smells…that’s weird
- weak week
- Far away, far away…I wanna go far away
- Waiting for Lightning to Strike
- A Monday Morning
- Doors, opening, closing, and remaining ajar
- Can we pretend that desk chairs in my office are for sleeping on
- Rant of the…quarter: “…I hate chicks who are like, ‘Does it have dressing on it?’”
- mini-update
- Drawing a day
- Life after college, or, still unemployed
I’m reminded of the warhal museum where they had the section of every freaking thing he ever drew in his entire life. Perhaps some time in the future, we can visit the Rachel P. Carlile museum, and this will be posted as a drawing you did when you were five years old.