So I've stayed inside today nibbling with my pencil on paper trying to finish next years fox calendar. This might be the frontpicture. But we'll see.
I've been on a strange mood today. I feel like I reeeeaaally need to get out of the house. I'd like to go down the street and be chased by hundreds of fans. I just don't have any fans. Oh well, if I go out late into the woods, I might get chased by hundreds of mosquitoes... I just don't know if the thrill is the same. I have this feeling that that would only leave me wounded and itching.
Oh my gosh, can you hear me? I'm attention seeking, this is not a good thing. I must stop writing this instance.