I've been known to put a huge effort into my 'shops. Truth.
And sometimes it makes me a little sad when lots of the carefully crafted
detail gets minimized to near oblivion as I am forced to shrink the
bandwidth- raping filesizes to contest reqirements.
Sooooo... I've been working my little arse off to get me a journal,
and, dang it! Here it be!
After I raced around the house grinning like a 'tard and fapping
furiously for five fun-filled minutes.... I... welll... here's the
pic:-
More next time.
(important note for the non-fans - my journals will not always
consist of huge filesized photoshop frippery. Sometimes I will include
tarot readings, astrological charts and extreme barnyard
'love'.)
Fuck, you're right! What was i thinking? In addition to
being brunette, I would only be seen dead on such a tacky
leopard print throw.
I hope that satisfies you......
congrats to your journal! i really hope there´s much about tarot readings
and dont forget to analyze the constellation of stars and planets and the
dog-poo in your kitchen :)
I tried cleaning up the dog-poo with the cleansing power of
crystals.
Verdict - its hippy bullshit, don't try it.
Anyone wanna buy some slightly used, 'fragrant' crystals???
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