I drew it for you to see my thoughts.
Connections is a New York Times word game that's all about finding the 
"common threads between words." How to solve the puzzle.
people . places . things . thoughts: in attempt to keep more memories
Finally kids, I've got it sorted. The new URL for my bodacious bloggy is:
Labels: Blog, Casie Stewart, www.casiestewart.com
 Miss Posh scored the Bridal cover of Indian Vogue this month. She's so fucking hot man. The hairpiece is nice in the photo.  I think she could have had some more jewels, makeup & cultural accessories. She is a bride after all. I wonder if she had any henna on her hands? That's my favorite! My friend from work got engaged and she had the most beautiful ring ceremony in Indian with all the accessories.
Miss Posh scored the Bridal cover of Indian Vogue this month. She's so fucking hot man. The hairpiece is nice in the photo.  I think she could have had some more jewels, makeup & cultural accessories. She is a bride after all. I wonder if she had any henna on her hands? That's my favorite! My friend from work got engaged and she had the most beautiful ring ceremony in Indian with all the accessories. Labels: Casie Stewart, India, Indian Vogue, Posh
 Something spooky was happening last night...Big spiders triumphant in the night crawling, creeping across the corridor on the crackling floor . I grasped my gadget and gladly grabbed the little bugger as he danced along my arm trying to get higher. I would not let him. I refused to have him in my head. I refused to let anyone knock me dead.  His little legs dangled and danced as I tossed him into the night sky. What flight may take him soaring high? It is the wind. It is the moon. Little spider, I will see you soon.
Something spooky was happening last night...Big spiders triumphant in the night crawling, creeping across the corridor on the crackling floor . I grasped my gadget and gladly grabbed the little bugger as he danced along my arm trying to get higher. I would not let him. I refused to have him in my head. I refused to let anyone knock me dead.  His little legs dangled and danced as I tossed him into the night sky. What flight may take him soaring high? It is the wind. It is the moon. Little spider, I will see you soon.Labels: art, Casie Stewart, Spider, Tattoo, Toronto
 
