do.taste.cut.

This is what happens when I give myself nothing to do but laze around sippin’ on my home-made cosmopolitans and margaritas, while being 100 per cent constructive with a pair of scissors.

The TV went off in the background, birds trotting past on the balcony, and me flirting with the idea of cutting up my oh-so-precious magazines to put together my even more precious scrap-book.

Broke about 7 fortune cookies for the fuck of it too that day…just because I quite like what those pieces of paper in the middle have to say…

🙂

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