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Due to unforeseen circumstances I had to prematurely end the Hello Kitty Chronicles. It ended well.
It has come to my attention that I have been doing Tumblr incorrectly. Apparently I am not supposed to post anything I made, went to see, or thought of myself. I am supposed to post pictures like this without explanation:
The Hello Kitty Chronicles Part 5.
The Hello Kitty Chronicles Part 4.
The Hello Kitty Chronicles Part 3.
The Hello Kitty Chronicles Part 2.
It is going to be a fab Build-A-Bearville holiday. From Alex xxx
I received a missed call and a voicemail from an unknown number yesterday. I looked the number up on google and found it was for Stafford Prison. The voicemail was some guy singing, “I just called to say I love you”, then laughing, calling me “Baybee” and hanging up.
My wrong numbers are better than your wrong numbers.
This is my moogle. His name is Beef.
An odd little thing I have noticed:
Whenever men buy artwork from me, they almost always have it delivered to what I am assuming is their workplace. I am a creepy person who looks up the addresses of people who buy stuff from me, but that’s not the point here. I don’t know what the point is, but that wasn’t it.
I’d like to think it’s because these are vagabond art lovers who have somehow managed to find a way to live in these buildings and use their facilities without anyone realising. Also, this building, as I imagine it, looks like the offices from Being John Malkovich.
Merry Christmas to me. I think.
There’s a photo on here, from a couple of Christmasses ago, of my grandad. I think it’s the last photo I took of him before he died last September. It looks nothing like him and shows nothing of who he was, but I like that it was the last one anyway.
