Artsy fartsy

I am covered in splotches of paint and have a brush stuck in my hair while I pout and furrow my brow with concentration. I feel strangely lacking though, like someone should be attempting to have their artsy way with me, and strangely indignant that noone is. Seriously so wrong.


In other news, I complained to the regional head for the managers of my building, I had their surveyor round here in 90minutes to assess the rat issue, also the rat man was ace, although surprised by their ingenuity re the peanut butter. Glad I left it for him to see!

What random fantasies have you been having lately? anon comment if you really wanna.