seriously, i should have been done with this days ago. it should have been my last ink of january…instead it is my first of february…but on the third day.
and i totally forgot–happy imbolic, fellow witchy-woos.
we are half way to spring.
so between trying to sabotage my personal growth using ex husbands
& catching a mild but persistent plague
& being soul-crushed by the world in it’s current scary-fucking-ass state…
(or constant scary-fucking-ass state?)
besides all that
i still survive…& still ink.
i still survive & live to fight (and ink) another day.