Scribbled with Light

Today amounted to an ant hill that was kicked over by a snot nosed kid repeating why on a never-ending loop. Okay, it was not that bad at all. But I felt pretty agitated, sick, and my back hurts. I’m not sure what the deal is, but the deal is annoying the piss ants. Apparently I drank spoiled milk, ironic cause I don’t really drink milk….maybe three times a year. Why the hell am I telling you this? Aside for applying for some job it really is the best I got for today.

I went through my grandmothers sewing cabinet, and it’s obvious that the family, namely me, has rummaged through it during the time since she passed. I found some stuff that might be useful, and 10 shades of gold thread that should be perfect. My grandmother had traced a bunch of animals for some kids to do god knows what. There was something magical about seeing her graphite on her tracing paper. And how there were a few that looked pretty shitty. But, others where her form had just improved so much. I liked it. I also found what I believe is an eye liner pencil but since it was in there I decided to use it as some special tool of the trade and traced, A PIECE, of the pattern. Then I cut one end of said piece….. In a very pretty line, now I made it to the notches that play an important role of which I cannot remember to making the garment fit. At that thought I decided that my scissors were not sharp enough, and called it a day. It’s as good of an excuse as any!!!

*I do know other adjective besides curse words. I chose to use them bc that is my colloquial thought process for the day. Also, gotta save fuck for when really bad shit happens! *hearts