Hair is something which frequently needs to be thoroughly mistreated. No lie.
For many years I was very good at violently assaulting my own hair on a regular basis:
But we all knew it couldn’t last.
Monthly Archives: July 2013
This time I’m not leaving without you.
Right now I am in recovery from an uncharacteristically busy weekend.
- Friday was boring but productive, I spent the day cleaning all the things, wrapping presents and making beautiful artworks for Tech Support. These tasks were directly related to preparations for his birthday which was on Saturday.
- When Tech Support got home on Friday he asked me a lot of bizarre questions which made little to no sense to me at the time.
- Saturday was Tech Support’s birthday. He is old now. So old. I spammed his Facebook with beautiful artwork and took him out for lunch to Little Ramen Bar (it was very nice, especially the spicy bamboo shoots).
- On the way home from lunch Tech Support made me detour to a place which seemed to relate to the questions he’d been asking the previous day. I was made to wait in the car for a few minutes and he returned with a suspicious envelope. He wouldn’t tell me what was inside. Naturally I assumed it contained illicit drugs.
Now he’s in trouble, we’ve all had trouble but learned to keep it shut.
If you can’t guess this happy little dude’s name:
I’ll give you a hint: It starts with “The” and ends with “Man”.
Then you’re a far less insensitive person than me (and that’s probably a good thing)!
If I am honest I’m just not hooked on your phonics.
The first actual story page of Separation Anxiety went up yesterday! Next week there might even be dialogue! I feel inclined to celebrate despite the lack of perceived excitement.
That must mean it’s time for some Cooking With Mai™!
Disclaimer:
Mai is a terrible cook.
What nature has neglected the fruit of modern science shall provide.
My favourite store in the world is Daiso.
Daiso is a Japanese chain of ¥100 stores (about $2.80 in AUD, apparently) which I adore due to all the obscenely cute shit they sell.
Let’s not be coy; I do adore most- if not all- dollar stores. Truthfully the really junky ones are often the most fun. The fascination is similar with opp-shops. What can I say? I love hoarding random shit that I have no logical use for under the vague pretence of sourcing costume supplies.
I ground more glass, aligned the parts, and recommenced the chase.
Fun Fact:
- I am completely incompetent at gloves.
When constructing these:
I hot glued them to my hands via the fingernails.
Never resting to question if I was out of my mind.
The cover for Separation Anxiety has gone up as a marker for the fact that this is officially a thing that is going to happen:
July, just as promised!