you can buy a raymi poster that jamie made of me way back when my hair was orange and shorter and i wore it in tiny pigtails occasionally because it makes you think i am 15 and chew bubblegum and talk about boys and write in cute little flowery journals with matching flowery-print pencils and put hearts as the dot on my “i’s”.
boink!
oh and ps if you don’t want a big dumb picture of me looking at you on your wall then you can buy jamie’s other depressing artwork things that will make you feel bad about yourself and lack of creative abilities and maybe call up an old highschool buddy and say hey tod, sorry i’ve been out of touch the last little while, you wanna meet at the museum and look at dinosaur fossils?
yep.
