I went to Michaels today and I’ve got big, big plans.
I love that every single person assumed this was all for one project and just sort of accepted it. Do y’all think I’m some kind of forbidden craft warlock? Were you just like, “Huh, guess it’s gay, iridescent, Catholic dinosaur skeleton with a hundred eyes and a tiny lantern time. Yeah, that tracks. That’s fine. That’s on brand for them.”
You’re not wrong, but it’s hurtful that you don’t at least hope I’m a redeemable person on some level.
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