cotton-to-the-bell

I think my cactus is dying. I thought it was dead when I first saw the withering ole weed in the candleholder. somehow she;s still kickin. this mary jane tastes great. "the sky's not yellow, it's chicken" -- bob dylan, just now as I paused. I have been working on making my word art more grid-like for this t-shirt design. I like it and I hate it at the same time. It's turing out good, but having to obey the rules of not being able to move the lines bugs me. I don't like following anybody's rules but my own. I pretend like the laws apply to everyone but me. I also crack my knuckles. I want to kiss my boyfriend 5 or 6 times on his fac