Artsy Fartsy

Behold, all the glory of teenage girl poetry. Bask in the glow of its awkwardness.

Start the week with a workout and a coffee and maybe just a little cry because I’m PMSy and overemotional and feel like I can’t be an adult.

Shawshank was picked up a little more than a week after my birthday. One of my birthday presents was a set of minis from Raging Heros. I put them together the first week I was alone, trying to keep occupied, then put them away. Last night, he asked if I’d ever finished them. I dug…