no matter how i fight it, olympia is grinding on me. not in that mildy tolerable ''oh it's just not like home'' way either. in another way. in a different vein. an artery. right to the kisser, through the heart.
where i'll post the in's, out's, tween's, and twixt's of my world of art mixed with pictures, links, opinions, and rants. (oh, and curse words. lots of curse words)