the goth polaroid
You can file this one under totally bizarre but somehow worth sharing also! It is my story of how the world is tiny, random and hilarious — not unlike a flea circus.
Other than having hilarious stuff happen to me on a daily basis, I’m working working working painting working and packing orders. Also, it’s 36 days til xmas. And thanksgiving is this week. Where did this year go? Does anyone have a good vegetarian pot pie recipe? Where do missing socks go? Do flea circuses even exist?