Comrades,
This morning Becka, Libby, and Rachael did a plaster cast of my torso. It was hot. When asked what it was like to get to second base with me Becka replied, and I quote, “it was awesome!”
Rachael responded as though this hadn’t been her first time seeing me lubed up in petroleum jelly and Libby just frolicked around and was continually helpful. Over all it was a pretty good experience…ahh the things I do for art.
It was torrey week this past week which means I pretty much slept more, ate good food, and hung out with some fantastic human beings. I couldn’t quite manage to avoid Biola completely though, seeing that I had much to do in the studio. I did get to spend a good amount of time with two of my beloved soul sisters who so often remind me that breeding is indeed a positive venture. Thanks for your help Libby and Rachael. Also thanks Sunny B. Ware for being sexy and to Julianne for calling me from the North Pole.
So um…the cold war kids… who knew that biola could spawn such a lovely thing…
I am drinking tea a worrying about what I will dream about, most of all I am just tired. Please excuse my unedited last post…I would go back and clean it up but...well to quote Mr.
Conor Mullen Oberst …
“But failure’s always sounded better
Lets fuck it up boys, make some noise!”
Peace.
