I'm trying to take pictures for an Emily Carr mate to use in one of her painting projects. And the only expression I can manage at the moment is this exhausted, mean-mugged grimace-I'm so fucking stressed.
I will be posting when I'm done with this. I've got a lot to say and oh boy lets just say the electronic shit-storm has just hit the positronic fan!
Lemme get my shit together. Collect my bearings. Fake another smile. Sprinkle some vermicompost on my dying plants.
Son of a fuck.
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