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| Too Much Time on My Hands? I don't think I have too much time on my hands, as much as I have an obsessive complusive disorder to glue things to other things. I had recently painted red dots on a bunch of green gems and glued them all over my walls. They look like little olives. Everywhere. Not entirely satisfied with that particular glue project (I'm sure the landlord won't be satisfied, either), I began fixatating on the ugly, retro lampshade (I know some folks like retro; I like some retro, but that particular lampshade was tasteless by most standards) on this really cool lamp that Glen found.
And so it happened one night, involving wine, beads, paint, a feather boa, and of course, glue. In this case, hot glue. |
