Lorn Stroud, twenty-year-old Southern girl lost in the state of New York.
Art. Dogs. Metal Gear. Stuff?
It’s almost over.
Big scary test that’s been giving me nightmares for the past two weeks at 3:40, but… I think I’ve got at least half of it.
Anyway, then it’s off to chow down with Anthony, then home, and a nice trip to the airport to fly down to Myrtle Beach for a wedding.
Let’s do this.
I feel kind of lonely here with only seven followers, and half these blogs have like… eight million.
I’m going to have to start drawing porn.
So many of them.
Social experiment, GO!
Backwards-punched? Reenact this for me on Friday with Anthony’s mouth.
Oh, I will. I will.