Ello chaps!
Still a pit sick in bed. Unfortunately. But spirits are high. Spirits are high.
The horrible thing about being sick in bed is not only being unproductive, but the horniness. Yes, go back read it again, I said it and I'd say it again to the Queen.

While In bed I did graphics. Because God knows I need some artistic outlet before I chop my ear off.




Thats my face in the background.

It's been getting "a tit bit nippley" as I like to say and I'm loving the rain. Its a great excuse to make some earl gray and bread and butter and sit down with some Holmes. Which is what I did.


And here is where it gets weird. Like the kind of thing you say "Walace, why the hell..." So basiclly being sick and not in my right frame of mind I took a bubble bath and listened to Dane Cook's stand up. apparently the combination induces stupidity. Coupled with the fact I found a razor In the tub.
So long story short I shaved my pubes Into a heart.

no applause necessary. I realized I have done my small part in the fight for love.
Haha the hilarious thing really is I'm vertually hairless because I'm American Indian. So I had to explain what it was after I had done it. Which is awkward. I expected immediate admiration for my downstair remodeling. But instead I got a puppy head cocked to the side look and a "oh, you did." Beauty is a cruel mistress.

But Newho that's my day. And the beat goes on...and the horniness apparently continues as well.

Love bunches over bunches,
Your Wee Walace Esq the III
XooxxOOxxxoxXXX