After almost finishing the Matisse painting
(about time, I know) today,
I decided to paint my hand.
After my fun though, I had trouble getting it off(off the rug too)
But luckily, the turpentine rubbed it off pretty good.
Now my hand smells like toxins.

after looking at this picture, I guess it's clean up time.
everything is still where I left it an hour ago.

I looked at the mirror afterwards,
and I thought my eyeball was bleeding.
But it was just red paint.

Today, there was a little boy sitting on the floor of a store.
He was hugging 3-4 stuffed animal tigers.
He rocked around back and forth
and maniacally chanted
"minee! These are all mineee!"
I giggled.

now i'm going to ride my bike
and start my bug collection.