Let your Filth Shine Through

I have a really nice blister on my thumb from raking leaves off the roof. I think I'll post a picture of it for you. In a second. Or never. My advice - never work hard enough to get a blister.

ps I'm so boring, I organized a lunchEON (that word is stupid for boring people) for teachers at school. I should have worn sensible pumps and had my hair in a chignon. (Love that word). I could go swish swish when I walked and have a friendly smile for everyone. While inside I'm just twisting alleyways of filth with tall teetering buildings and the occasional gondola and singing italian. Who's broke, but still singing.

Sunshiney 50's mom on the outside, dirty and scampering film crew member on the inside. A layer filth cake. Better that way, not so chalky and dry. You never know who's thumb you might bite into.