Tuesday, June 4, 2013


The bristles on my brush are less than half that were on there when I originally got the brush some 8 years ago. Larry tied a rope to it because we always lost it. Bristles fall out everytime someone uses it now and it was time to look for a new one.

I got a bit emotional about losing it because it's sentimental, but the truth is that I'd rather not look like a tumbleweed's on my head. I searched high and low for a vented wide paddle brush to replace the old one and it had to have a hole in the handle to tie the old rope to. Found it on eBay.

I had a dream lastnight that Jesus came to my house to give me a hug .... he was a 2D cartoon rocking MAC colors.

Day 192.

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