.................................................................... why do I remember this happening to you. I feel like...... either you told me this story... or I read it... please tell me this actually happened and I am not going out of my mind.
I had a sketchbook on a huge pile of books in my arms with a masonite painting, a backpack on and a glass palette all at once. Since the sketchbook had my mom's credit card information in it (I was going home to burn that page) GUESS WHAT BLEW INTO THE RIVER.
I think I told you about it... or was it that other story of how I accidentally left my portfolio at the bakery because I was so distracted by cake and then forgot about it and nearly had a nervous brakdown? I can't really remember, I do so much stupid stuff all the time. I should not be allowed outside really D:
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wheres_walnut) wrote2011-03-24 12:41 am
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I had a sketchbook on a huge pile of books in my arms with a masonite painting, a backpack on and a glass palette all at once. Since the sketchbook had my mom's credit card information in it (I was going home to burn that page) GUESS WHAT BLEW INTO THE RIVER.
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