Yann asked me if I knew how to use clippers.
“Yeah, I used to have my own back when I had a mohawk. Waaaaay back, yet waaaaaaay past the 80s”
If he needed the reminder, so do you:
Continue reading “Karenizing Yann and Simming my way into the past.” →
What a week it’s been. I’ve attended a wedding, hosted two parties, including one where I fed an old lady rancid hamburgers. Yann and I also visited the art gallery, stole all the paintings, and then replaced them with posters of shitty movies. I started a painting of one of my fantasies, but before I could finish it, I was interrupted with a marriage proposal by a nude Yann
Today was low-key though, I made grilled cheese for the cats.
Continue reading “Woohoo time.” →