The person wanted a postcard with fog. I've had this one for a while. I think ultimately they wanted something with water reflections. But my postcard is already 5 DAYS OVERDUE. I know I have a postcard with water refections in it. But I know it needed work and I would have to scan the old writing. Transcribe it. Then do my cover job to the old postcard...then write. I CAN NOT DO THAT. I'M LATE. I have errands. My ass is killing me from my bike ride yesterday (I liken it to being hit in the ass with an aluminum baseball in a wide upper swinging motion making sure to hit me just below my buttcheeks). Ain't nobody got time for that. So I am sorry wintersonne, Honestly. Life is full of disappointment. I will never make your wall of favorite postcards.
I hear your concerns and they are important to me. I am going to escalate these concerns up the chain of command in order for them to fall on the appropriate deaf ears.
Sunday, April 3, 2016
Postcard #90: Fog - 3
Rolled a 3. Randomly chose the tree. The person leaving the room. The flashlight (lamely).
By the end of it I suppose I could have dropped the flashlight and picked up the listening to a sound, the magnifying glass (investigation).
The person wanted a postcard with fog. I've had this one for a while. I think ultimately they wanted something with water reflections. But my postcard is already 5 DAYS OVERDUE. I know I have a postcard with water refections in it. But I know it needed work and I would have to scan the old writing. Transcribe it. Then do my cover job to the old postcard...then write. I CAN NOT DO THAT. I'M LATE. I have errands. My ass is killing me from my bike ride yesterday (I liken it to being hit in the ass with an aluminum baseball in a wide upper swinging motion making sure to hit me just below my buttcheeks). Ain't nobody got time for that. So I am sorry wintersonne, Honestly. Life is full of disappointment. I will never make your wall of favorite postcards.
The person wanted a postcard with fog. I've had this one for a while. I think ultimately they wanted something with water reflections. But my postcard is already 5 DAYS OVERDUE. I know I have a postcard with water refections in it. But I know it needed work and I would have to scan the old writing. Transcribe it. Then do my cover job to the old postcard...then write. I CAN NOT DO THAT. I'M LATE. I have errands. My ass is killing me from my bike ride yesterday (I liken it to being hit in the ass with an aluminum baseball in a wide upper swinging motion making sure to hit me just below my buttcheeks). Ain't nobody got time for that. So I am sorry wintersonne, Honestly. Life is full of disappointment. I will never make your wall of favorite postcards.
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