Thanks to buzzfeed quizzes, examining my conscience is so much easier. And shouldn’t we all ask ourselves those tough questions this time of year? ”If I were a pizza, what kind would I be?” Or, “Do I prefer Miley Cyrus from her Hanna Montana days or on a Wrecking Ball?”
But what is a life if it’s not examined? Not picked apart? Not squeezed like an engorged tick in a ziplock baggie?
I make cards between all of this productive introspection. Sometimes fictional creatures are harmed. Sometimes, they are spared.
Merry Christmas Eve-Eve!
More to come…
Oh, the cats? Never mind those. This place is crawling with them.
Fine, here’s this year’s Christmas tree.
See you there!
Two observations:
and new designs for 
NOTHING.
Maybe I was creating a message for my mom? Or a beautiful design? Or a note to my brother begging him to stop slowly poisoning my parakeet and calling me Oot Head.
and tanning booths at Golden Tan in 
was a class called Printmaking. 
*Actual linocut carved while under Sr. Bernardine’s tutelage. 
With backpack securely fastened over both shoulders, I proudly marched through the alley-entrance onto the school playground/parking lot.
My heart sank.
HOW COULD THEY?! THE AGONY! Thank God my call home from the nurses office only resulted in my mom coaxing me to stay at school long enough to have my picture taken, otherwise there wouldn’t be this evidence. THANK GOD.
…And someday I’d enact my telekinetic revenge… 
These modern services enable my dwindling desire to engage with the outside world.
Just look at that commute! Ridiculous.
But I barely remember that! I barely remember crying and sulking in my bedroom! Because this was the Lord’s day, not mine!
So much blood. So many tears. And my friend was sent home??? WHY MOM, WHY?!
