You are BURNING:This weekend is going to effing suck. I have to set-up/work at the APC shaved-ice booth and compete in a calligraphy competition that I'm not completely ready for. At least I don't have to go in for the AP Review session or the Relay for Life (although I want to so badly) (the latter, not the former).
You have a strong personality and a burning need to change your surroundings. You impact those around you in a big way, but you aslo scare the hell out of them sometimes.
What Self-Mutilation Are You?
brought to you by Quizilla
Sewing trashbags is a bitch. I highly recommend it.
. . .
Ah, dammit. Why the hell not.
Anyone want to go ballroom dancing in a great big rose garden in the sky?
One of the things I absolutely hate about Las Vegas (and practically all big cities) is the absence of visible starlight at night. At least in Arizona (large pollution cloud aside) the lights were spread out so more stars showed.
I love stars. And night breezes. And waltzes.
Warm whiskey burns one's throat more-so than cold whiskey. Never ever try it.
Painting a portrait of Bacchus for my "festival" sketchbook assignment. Erch.
I need severe eye drops. Working nights being the happy little tailor leaves one's eyes mightily dry.