Okay, Kind Readers, I'm going to give you a break from boring eBay entries full of stuff you most likely do not want. Instead I shall regale you with wit and good graces and possibly racy photographs, should I find any to upload.
Let us begin.
Presently I've risen from my bed after some much-needed, shall we say, time alone with myself. I have a mostly-finished mug of tea and there's some programme on the television that's entertaining. (A fellow in front of a crowd of professionals, giving a speech, attempting to avoid using the words 'penis' and 'vagina' by replacing them with 'pee pee' and 'woo woo'. I don't know what it is. It reminds me of Once Upon a Potty. It's funny.) But I digress.
Today is my day off from the record shop, and I intend to spend it taking photographs of items, researching them, and adding the listings to... whoops! I promised you a break, didn't I?
Recently I've been showering every other day. I like this plan. It's efficient and saves water and heat. It goes like this:
Day A: Rise; fiddle on the Internet; lay out clean clothes; turn on the space heater in the WC; shower; dress.
Day B: Rise, wearing most of the clothes from the prior day, now slightly less clean; put on sweatshirt; fiddle on the Internet; do not shower.
Okay, now I'll search my computer for some photos I haven't uploaded yet, if there are any. A moment, please...
Two animals in love.
The scarecrow Momo and I built that won us $400 and top prize at the annual Scarecrow Festival. (I think I've uploaded this one before, but not in a blog, so nyah.)
A monster I painted a few years ago, intended to become a flyer for a party, which it did indeed become.
A wonderful piece of (dare I call it?) fanart from the ever-talented Grompf.
A screenshot of my close acquaintance Wiley, who you may remember from such films as Dazed and Confused; Waking Life; and All Holes Filled With Big Black Cock. Okay, I made one of those up.
And, last but not least, one of the very first photos I ever submitted to SuicideGirls, way back in 2002, rejected (why, oh why?) and now Photoshopped to be even sillier than it already was. I believe I was very full of morphine when it was taken. Which explains the giddy expression.
There you have it. I did not mention the e-word but once, and then only by happy accident.
I bid you good day, and remain, as always, your humble nudie-model, with all due respect,
~Oubliette.
Let us begin.
Presently I've risen from my bed after some much-needed, shall we say, time alone with myself. I have a mostly-finished mug of tea and there's some programme on the television that's entertaining. (A fellow in front of a crowd of professionals, giving a speech, attempting to avoid using the words 'penis' and 'vagina' by replacing them with 'pee pee' and 'woo woo'. I don't know what it is. It reminds me of Once Upon a Potty. It's funny.) But I digress.
Today is my day off from the record shop, and I intend to spend it taking photographs of items, researching them, and adding the listings to... whoops! I promised you a break, didn't I?
Recently I've been showering every other day. I like this plan. It's efficient and saves water and heat. It goes like this:
Day A: Rise; fiddle on the Internet; lay out clean clothes; turn on the space heater in the WC; shower; dress.
Day B: Rise, wearing most of the clothes from the prior day, now slightly less clean; put on sweatshirt; fiddle on the Internet; do not shower.
Okay, now I'll search my computer for some photos I haven't uploaded yet, if there are any. A moment, please...
Two animals in love.
The scarecrow Momo and I built that won us $400 and top prize at the annual Scarecrow Festival. (I think I've uploaded this one before, but not in a blog, so nyah.)
A monster I painted a few years ago, intended to become a flyer for a party, which it did indeed become.
A wonderful piece of (dare I call it?) fanart from the ever-talented Grompf.
A screenshot of my close acquaintance Wiley, who you may remember from such films as Dazed and Confused; Waking Life; and All Holes Filled With Big Black Cock. Okay, I made one of those up.
And, last but not least, one of the very first photos I ever submitted to SuicideGirls, way back in 2002, rejected (why, oh why?) and now Photoshopped to be even sillier than it already was. I believe I was very full of morphine when it was taken. Which explains the giddy expression.
There you have it. I did not mention the e-word but once, and then only by happy accident.
I bid you good day, and remain, as always, your humble nudie-model, with all due respect,
~Oubliette.
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you slay me. i am in love. i love how you smiled after it lol
toooo golden!