Hey Bitches!

I found a little tiny cemetery between Upham and St. Martin's.  Teeny tiny but very interesting.

You wouldn't believe the black flies, they had crazy black flies.  I got some great photos in spite of the bugs.

This cemetery only had five or six standing markers, and at least the same amount either knocked completely over or leaning against trees.   It was really well kept up though, some old markers were obviously repaired, and the grounds were looked after.

It was good times, Bitches.  You should have come.

Hey Bitches.

My most recent artwork is a miserable failure.   Sadness.

But it's a painting, and the thing with paintings is that you can paint over them.   

Also I want to tell you that you are all bitches, because I bought the kneadable eraser myself.  It came in a plastic wrapper, so I had something to unwrap for my birthday, bitches.  

Hey Bitches!

I have a new beautiful picture to look at. 

You bitches must read this, and look at the linked photos from that article.

Hey Bitches?  I don't know how anyone can drink this shit.  I especially don't know how Cerulean Fury in particular can drink this, because as you know she's the first bitch to speak up if something tastes chemically or fake in any way.

This shit is how lemon Windex must taste, I'm telling you.

I still drank it though, I was pretty thirsty.

Hey Bitches.

Today I got two b'day calls from my two best friends.  They lessened the torture of b'day dinner with you-know-who.

Hmmp, I don't bug them on their b'days!

Bitches.

P.S.  This here photo is the beginning of my next great artwork.

Hey Bitches...guess what.  No sales from my Etsy shop yet.  

Bummer.

Anyway, I hope you're all ready for my bitchin' b'day party tomorrow!

Heeeeyyy, Bitches.  

Check this shit out ----->

You can now buy re-usable cotton pads over at this Etsy shop.

Have fun, Bitches!  You know you wanna, you won't find a greater selection of prints ANYWHERE!