RIP Hunter S. Thompson. He killed himself 3 years ago today. His final words:
No More Games. No More Bombs. No More Walking. No More Fun. No More Swimming. 67. That is 17 years past 50. 17 more than I needed or wanted. Boring. I am always bitchy. No Fun for anybody. 67. You are getting Greedy. Act your old age. Relax - This won't hurt.
In other news, the new tatty is looking good! Peeling lots, still a bit sore. Sat for nearly 6 hours, with 3 more sessions to go. Got the entire underdrawing done, except for the underside of my arm (owwwwwwch). Can't wait until it's finished! Next session in a month.
No More Games. No More Bombs. No More Walking. No More Fun. No More Swimming. 67. That is 17 years past 50. 17 more than I needed or wanted. Boring. I am always bitchy. No Fun for anybody. 67. You are getting Greedy. Act your old age. Relax - This won't hurt.
In other news, the new tatty is looking good! Peeling lots, still a bit sore. Sat for nearly 6 hours, with 3 more sessions to go. Got the entire underdrawing done, except for the underside of my arm (owwwwwwch). Can't wait until it's finished! Next session in a month.









