#bye #wig in a box! #theater #wigmaker #shipping #coproductions #hairstylist (at bobeda/gholikely hipster haven)
The fact that I once intended to spend more of my time writing, and less working as to one day make writing my actual work has, perhaps, become as lost as my train of thought within this sentence.
With that, I say that not only have I successfully bathed a celebrity named feline today, I have gargled with hydrogen peroxide and managed to spit it into my eye.
Therefore, if these are the two most idiotic events on record, perhaps the world is, and has been, fine without my wittily whittled words of wisdom.
But, sparing the few masochistic souls who bother humoring me by reading this minute blip on the tumblrsphere is something I have little interest in.
So, it seems, we beat on, boats against the current, with slightly less depth perception than before. Fortunately, my eyepatch at eye won’t be suffering alone.
(she says, quietly, in the dark, surrounded by a collection of stuffed cats, staring off at the little green light, of a macbook charger in the distance)