Scrap Jacked. I also used a sketch from Scrapbooking from Scratch.
This last layout was from a class that I took like 2 years ago, and I'm just getting around to finishing it. It's for the Bingo challenge at Challenge Masters.
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I went cropping this weekend and got a bunch stuff done! This first one is about how I call my boyfriend "Biscuit," and how that fact is slowly driving him mad. Seriously, "biscuit" is the single most adorable word in the English language. Plus, he has some great biscuits! I call ass cheeks biscuits, and you should, too.
Posted by Leslie - lilkoala3 at 7:02 PM
Scrapbooking is fun
But I might drown in supplies
I hope I don't die
Posted by Leslie - lilkoala3 at 10:37 AM
I made this valentine for my boyfriend, even though he can be a huge buzzkill of chlamydia proportions. I don't understand why he gets mad at me when I feed Princess Creamy Kitty pizza. She likes it, but according to him it's going to "kill him." What a histrionic drama king! In all seriousness, he is a wonderful boyfriend who deserves much more than this valentine, as cute as it is.
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Posted by Leslie - lilkoala3 at 10:18 PM
This morning, I couldn't find my cell phone, and I realized that I had no way to check the time unless I turned on my computer. This is not because I don't have clocks. I have three. It's just that one of them doesn't have batteries (I just like the way it looks on my wall), one of them is broken, and the other one is ticking but the second hand just kind of bounces up and down. That last one is a Hello Kitty clock. This sad state of affairs made me question the fact that I'm pushing 30 years-old. Seriously, don't grown-ups have working clocks? And then I started thinking about the fact that I've eaten Apples Jacks for dinner the last four nights in a row. And the "3" key on my computer keyboard is wonky because there is a huge crumb lodged beneath it. The same goes for the "Delete" key. And I've been wearing the same pair of contact lenses for 6 months, even though they are the kind you're only supposed to wear for a month. And I wear a koala hat and pink puffy coat. And I steal my Internet connection from my neighbor. And I still think farts and jokes about them are funny. And I sleep on half of my bed because the other half is covered in scrapbooking supplies. And I haven't cleaned my microwave in 2 years. And, this one is really depressing, I've been sitting on an unfinished dissertation for close to two years. Yes, I'm no closer to that PhD than I was two years ago. Aren't adults supposed to be more "together?" My lord, my irresponsibility is crippling. It's so depressing that it makes me want to eat some more Apple Jacks, but I'm out of milk. Yes, I forget to get milk more than I remember to get milk...
Posted by Leslie - lilkoala3 at 8:08 PM
I've been thinking recently about the uselessness of my left arm. My left arm is like sesame seeds on hamburger buns. Both could disappear, and I wouldn't even notice. My right arm, on the other hand, well, that's my money maker! It's the arm I use to carry the kidlet and chop vegetables and scrapbook and pick my nose. Granted, my superior aptitude at all of those things is also due to the work done by my right hand and the fingers on said hand. Sometimes, when I stand naked in front of a mirror, I expect my right arm to be all big and buff like Popeye's and my left arm to look like Kate Moss's circa 1995. But surprisingly, they both look pretty similar.
So anyway, I cropped last week with the usual gang. As usual, Stephanie picked me up from the train station and drove me to Memory Lane. She only hit me twice this time, but she has taken to kicking me in the shins. I know I should stand up for myself, but I can't crop without her transporting me to and fro. I guess it's just the price I have to pay for my craft.
Posted by Leslie - lilkoala3 at 8:11 PM
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