Bitch Bitch Bitch.

Do I even have a pic to post on a rant entry? Lemme check…..

There. It’s a Cock towel. Did I ever show you my Cock towel? I totally embroidered that shit. Not listed for sale yet.

I wouldn’t use it for drying dishes. It’s a flippin COCK towel.

Okay. So, there are good things happening. And yet I’m bitchy.

I’m 2 days a week at the thrift store. The Universe wants me there for reasons I’ve yet to fully work out. I’m trying to just TRUST that shit, and let all the good things happen. What I’m HOPING the good thing is, is that a rich dude comes in and gives me riches, and I can pay off debts and live happily ever after, in a gypsy wagon, touring the country reading tarot cards with a beautiful man and a tambourine, and writing the novel.

However…

I’ve mentioned I have other jobs, right? Part time/occasionally I work at a wellness centre. Touching feet.

And, I read Tarot Cards. Anyway, every other day this work week has been filled with the feets or the cards. And that IS awesome (see previous sentence re: debts.) however, it is also SUMMER.Why can’t they fill up like this in winter?

Summer. In cottage country. It’s when all the best stuff happens, but also all the best MONEYS to be had.
I may just be bitchy because I’m effin’ too tired to take part in the fun stuff. Or to cook foods. Which in turn makes me too tired. Viscious. I’ve been in jammy pants since 6:30 pm.

Also, I have no idea where my mentsrual cicle. Wait. Cycle. Holy Cock Towel, I’m so tired I’m forgetting how to spell.

Dear Universe: I know you’re listening. I KNOW it. Thanks for the money. I appreciate it. How about a few BIG reveals soon, kay? Awesome. And, show me where the millions are coming from. I know they are out there just waiting for me!

Okay. This was supposed to be far more rewarding. Or revealing. I dunno.

Grace.

Thinkin 'Bout a Life of Crime.

So. A few weeks ago I got myself a new tattoo. Queen of Hearts, on the inside of my left finger. You know. The ring finger. The MARRIAGE ring finger.

Queen of Hearts Finger Tattoo. Yeah. I did it.

All by myself. I was asked if there was gonna be a K of <3 tattoo coming. I said no. But if anybody showed up wanting one because of me, to charge them double. Ha!

I was supposed to be off from the Thrift Store from the summer. But, Boss Lady had to let go of the lady who was supposed to ‘replace’ me over the summer. And because I love my Boss Lady, I’m staying a few days a week.

I’ve been told that this colour, in this placement, is going to need a shit tonne of touch ups. So you know, it was either keep on at the thrift store, or take up some life of crime.

And I mean, come on. As if I could ever be replaced. Hehe.

Grace

Becky. Look At That Cock.

Oh my Gawd. Becky, look at that cock.

It’s just so Big.

Big Cock Arrived.

I LAUGHED out loud. To myself. Mostly.

Again. Sometimes, Twelve.

I mean, look at it.

It’s just so. Big.

Eff You Very Much. Come Again.

SO often things come into the Thrift Store that are just EFFING FANTASTIC. 

This lovely piece of art would look wonderful on any professionals desk, in a place of honour in customer service, or even in the kitchen, or beside the washer and dryer. A diverse piece of work carved out of wood. Look how large it is, compared to the VHS tapes stacked beside it. No one will miss your special message carved in wood.

I’m not sure what the fate of this carving is. It’s still sitting in the back at work. The Boss Lady might be keeping it as a special award. Or to give to a very special customer. hehehe.

I love this job.

Grace

Witches HATE IT When They Run Out of Jizzle.

I totally bought this today from the Thrift Store.

Yes. Most days I have the comedic genius of a twelve year old.

 

 

Swords and Dragons

It was a sword. It was pretty good too. And fast to create. However, I did it about 4 days ago. It probably shouldn’t still actually be stuck there, but because I’ve been having Whore Baths** instead of full-on-showers for the last 4 days, there it is.

And I figured since I’ve been slacking with the Conditioned Hair Art, I probably shouldn’t let this one get away.

Dragons. Then Swords. Next, I’ll have armor. And THEN we’re all going on a proper adventure. It’s been some months since proper adventure, after all.

You know too much. Lucky You.

Grace.

**Whore Baths: When you get naked with your hair tied up, in front of the running bathtub faucet. Splash, soap, and rinse ONLY your Pits, Ass Crack, Cunny, and then get the fuck out of the tub to start your day. 

The Dragon Goes Rrar.

It’s been a while since I’ve done one of these. But, I’ve been seeing these guys all over the place, so….

They’ve been SPEAKING to me. Of strength and trust and wisdom… Which I find VERY very interesting, considering all-the-things. They were in the habit of not so much speaking, but being threatening things to stick swords into.

In highschool, I carried around a dragon shaped eraser in my red and black Lumber Jacket, under my white leather jacket with all the tassels. He was purple. He came from a cereal box. I think it was Lucky Charms, but I could be wrong. (I’ll have to Google that shit later. ) I would pull him out, look deep into the eyes of the person who he was being presented to, and in a deep gravelly voice, go :

“Rrrrarrrrr!”

Anyway. Not exactly sure what they want of me NOW. But, it has something to do with timelines, reconciliations lit by Blue Light, and gifts for ultimate choices.

Rrar.

Grace.