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Your Drag Queen Name Is:

Pussy Galore

i saw this on barbe’s blog, so i had to do it. and let me saw, i don’t really have pussy galore. i have the little girl sort. yeah yeah, too much information. now you have another strange fact about me. sheesh.
and here is a piece of me you may not have seen. the plastic is my pain medication patch, a source of embarrassment, so i always try to hide it somewhere…
anyway, i did not much of anything today. literally. i forgot my meds last night and fell asleep at some odd time, woke up at some odd time feeling out of sorts and wretched. so. i had a bad day. tomorrow, i aspire to having a good day, getting lots done, including making some handpainted boxes and props for a couple of amiguri. i made an owl yesterday, he is very cute, but i would like him to have feet that can support him, he is a little guy, but i am not sure how to do that. i am thinking of making a tree stump for him to live in as his display. any ideas? i am thinking that i will maybe do boxes for each one, so when i sell it, it is a whole art piece and you can display it. cause what else do you do with it? i am more apt to buy things that i can display and are ready to hang up. yeah? plus i love em, so they won’t be cheap and i am sure the box and props help to justify the price to people. dunno. we will see. we all know that the softie, plushie, doll crew want their doll. so.

nothing else to say. out of it. poopy. need to get stuff done, so i will take my drugs tomorrow, because i need to get things done. period. somehow i am sleepy. lazy woman, i am i am. i will show photos tomorrow.

mwah.
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