March 26, 2009
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Fold In, Fold Out
Cutting Velvet into a specific shape = Pain in my ass.
I’ve been having a lot of weird dreams lately. And for some reason I like to give Micah an account of them right when we get up. Last night was something about an old hippie playing guitar in an airport, and then another one of stopping these kids from following a woman into a room because she looked like their old Chemistry teacher. And then yet another one starred some stalker coming into my grandmother’s house and spraypainting violent riddles about me on her kitchen wall. The hell is going on with my brain?
Making a reputable webcomic has just recently gone on my list of “things to do before I turn 30″. And I think I could accomplish it. Somehow.
Something I don’t understand: people who only have about seven or eight interesting things to declare in any socialization. They’re actually very common around the 20-something crowd. It’s almost creepy.
