Sometimes the best intentions go awry
Note to self- pay attention in class
tee hee- smooches caitie
and no, sadly, I can not claim that I make this charming piece
Queen of my own little universe-- the sightly twisted account of being a bait bitch, artist, writer, Antique seller, bibleophile (super geeky book lover) and wanna be cowgirl

She was depressed about what the fortune teller had told her. She was told she would never find a lover unless she waxed her moustache. Death to all she cried, those who do not love a fine moustashe-ieo,,,,,,,,,,, and dribbles of plum jam left over from lunch