A tummy full of Trix and a back full of mosquito bites.
I believe this is what you call- living the dream?
Things going on in my brain include, but are not limited to-
Craft being conceptual.
What exactly is considered a "masterpiece" in the art world and who the hell decides that.
Perhaps Bollywoodesque dancing is the new Tootsie Roll.
Me drinking- am I okay with it?