I'm truly in love with my life.
I've somehow managed to spill the ink all over my fitted carpet. The list of different liquids and burning stuff that have fallen over it is endless. The painting I was working on looks like it has some sperm on it now. It could be accidently creative if this was the first time. But the list of stuff I've (or someone else has) spilled on my works, is endless aswell, so I'd say "The accident art" is so last season.
Today we we're all looking fabulous, regardless of the hair crises.