WHITTLE BY WHITTLE.

There are days like today where I get insane urges to whittle masterpieces while smoking cigars around the campfire, like I always did at the hunting cabin in college. It was my attempt at filtering out my boyfriend’s asshole friends. Not that I’m in need of filtering out my roomie or this town. Just love good wood. And knives.

Leave a Reply

Fill in your details below or click an icon to log in:

WordPress.com Logo

You are commenting using your WordPress.com account. Log Out / Change )

Twitter picture

You are commenting using your Twitter account. Log Out / Change )

Facebook photo

You are commenting using your Facebook account. Log Out / Change )

Google+ photo

You are commenting using your Google+ account. Log Out / Change )

Connecting to %s