Ammonia? I hardly know ya!

Oh. Oh my g-d, I really am so sorry about that pun, except for the part where I'm not. It's not that nothing's been happening here, it's just nothing of *note* has been happening. Should I write about the time I became a total hipster with a wolf and princess shirt? I'd rather not, it's a dark point in my life that looks totally freakin' awesome, ok? That princess is a total hot Jewess. Just. Like. Me. I can't write about cheaply matting art prints in pre-made frames using synthetic linen... because that's all there is to say about that.

I can tell you, though, that when you work with ammonia, use rubber gloves (by which I mean latex), because my hands are feelin' all funny and my nails all broke off. It's ok, I painted them neon pink and my shirt is damn near rescued. On that, I really will have pictures in the week to follow (and then I will show you some fabulous fucking insanity with Ikea furniture).