Painting

I'm starting to get as fat as a baby whale. Blame it on Christmas.

It's freezing cold in this shithole town. Chrystalfrost branches, really pretty things everywhere. I'm waiting for somebody to come pick me up in this jewelstore. But my dog looks better than me, unfortunately. So I'm staying home for christmas, as there is nobody in the world that loves me more than my mother, dad, brother. A bit pathetic, but I'm still young and I might still change into a nice face once.
For now I'm spending my days in an orange bathrobe and some sort of jogging pants with a large hole in it that reveals everything that a pants should cover. I'm not doing any effort to attract anyone. Maybe I'll do some jogging, tomorrow morning.
Nobody wants to reads this, but that's not my point, I'm only in this for myself at the moment. This will change in time. Even then, nobody might read this.


Cherios