Maori! You need to answer your phone when there is a baby bird on my fire escape learning to fly all morning! Click.
I ♥ you, Kajsa.
and he’s on a pig farm. I want a piglet!
…as I sit on the train I am lulled into complacency by my own lovely bad music and the act of drawing my co-commuters. Other days, LIKE TODAY, I am slammed in the face by a tidal of wave of horror! Somewhere, someone on my car has morning breath of sin! Usually when this happens, my nostrils clamp shut of their own accord and as my eyes stream, I swing my head around in panic to find the source of such awfulness. It’s as if the rotting corpse of whatever aquatic creature that was fortunate enough to be given life in the cessriver below the train has evolved forearms and crawled into this person’s mouth and died. Whoever you are, please see your doctor about your severe halitosis. Thank you.
Tanya B: Maori, Do you realize it’s almost been a whole year since I last went to Graceland??
Maori: Tanya, You’ve only been to Graceland once.
Tanya B: Shut up!