Another one I started today. Going to wait to try a super fine tip black sharpie. Maybe.
Things have been shifting around in our cavity of a studio a bit, and I moved into the *supa tight* VIP space up back! Freshly painted and ready for more.
Usually when peeps move out, they leave a ton of shit behind them and it's really annoying having to clean up after someone. Here, however, we have our ever-improving teal bathroom adorned with some new art.
Some tape by Jessica. A Chris Johanson left by Paul. A mirror. A drunken scrawl by Nicole.
...and something else neat I found was this receipt for my mother's birth. Yes, a real live typewriter-typed receipt, with a balance of $86.10. Apparently it only costs $1.60 for "DRUGS" and takes a handful of people to run a hospital in Kansas back in good ol' 1946.
More findings to come!
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