So I guess I don't really take Christmas seriously at all. Not that I am condoning all the bleeding heart "I hate Christmas" cats out there, there are definitely some nice parts to the holidays, aside from receiving gifts. Any ways I'm really half assing gifts, I'm taking shitty prints and doodles and framing them for 'tasteful' presents, but I'm falling short, so now my parents are both sharing a piece of cruddy art I did in the classes I wasn't paying attention in. Sometimes I can only define my self in run on sentences. Sometimes.
I feel like pictures.
with deepest regards,