dreaming of days like this.
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blowing bubbles of giggling somethingness and why-not-itude, a creative laxative, a provocateur of visual burps and farts (ie: until the end of 2019 as design department head at the creative circus, and frequent side-hustley designer of brandy designy stuff) – but also my every-other-time-o'-day approach. hopefully this stuff is easily sharable, lots funner than having to read a lot, and not a big investment of time. i hope you enjoy. View all posts by hey, that tickles
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That is sooooo nice. I am dreaming of that too. In fact, I think I’m hallucinating it. Just tonight coming back in with Pepe, I said to Camille that it felt like spring to me. She looked at me like I was crazy and muttered something about my coat being too warm. She’s probably right. Sigh.
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we’d like to crank the heat up to 90º and walk around in swimming suits. but we’d still feel cold. dangit.
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