Thursday, June 04, 2009

Bear with me


Not entirely sure that I'm entirely well. Right now. But I can't seem to tell anyone.

Tweezers? I mean, fucking tweezer? THAT's what I picked... Knife wasn't sharp enough. Chemist too far away.

So Nikita, in her infinite wisdom, decides to carve out bits of her ankle with a pair of black Primark tweezers.

This is really living, my friends.


much2ponder said...

((((Nikita))))your few words say so much. Please know you are not alone.

Nikita said...

Thank you Patricia. *hugs*

Kat Skratch said...


Rainbow dreams said...

Hey Niki, you know where I am, x

Nikita said...

*hugs* - thanks Kat.

Thank you Katie. x