Incessant Chatterings of Yours Truly

My mother once told me that misery breeds creativity.
Well, looking back in history, high quantities of hallucinogenics; infatuation with whores; infatuation with children in a manner that makes Mr. Rodgers look creepier than usual; infatuation with your brother's wife, your brother's mother, anyone else possibly related to you or your any other sibling; addiction to alcohol or opiates; just being bored; dead people; living people we love; living people we hate; dead people we wish were alive so we could hate them more productively; buzzing off of caffeine; schizophrenia; divine intervention and any number of other things.

Which one of those do you think inspires me to draw up ridiculous little stick figures? Hrmmm...

Oh well, regardless, here's another delicious little tidbit from the Hoover family trip earlier this spring. Fancy that that Logan was over visiting the pops at the same time.

Rather typical exchange between the three tweens. Love Michaela's wavy hair but /damn/ are curves like that a pain in the ass to ink up sometimes without looking jagged and like she stuck her damn finger in an electrical socket. *snickers* Que sera, sera. Turned out none too shabby.

Five AM. I must be lonely.

Yeah, that's not how the song goes, so sue me. *grins*

Night, folks.

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