Team Half-Ass and the Nine Questions
A couple of weeks ago, a half-assed doodle (in every sense of the word) that I made 15 months ago inexplicably went semi-viral and brought a lot of new people
A couple of weeks ago, a half-assed doodle (in every sense of the word) that I made 15 months ago inexplicably went semi-viral and brought a lot of new people
Once there was a dark, stormy night in spring, when, deep down in their holes, the wombats knew not to come out, when the possums stayed quiet in their hollow
If you’re a regular to the blog, you’re probably aware that I have a plethora of Not My Proudest Moments; an awareness aided by my oddly masochistic compulsion to share
I turned 32 on Monday (not 33. I spent the entire day thinking I’d turned 33 until Ben mentioned my actual age that evening; I thought he’d forgotten how old