Oh that muse! Some days she drags me through the mud, while other days she pushes me down a wild, crazy, path towards the inspiration she is bent on me capturing. I have ruined many clothes thanks to her mischievous nature.Other days, she enjoys smacking me upside the head with a 2x4 for my failure to listen to her guidance. Then every once in a while she tips her head to the side, purses her lips, nods her head with a tiny smile in approval hypnotizing me into once again blindly following her wherever she leads.

She is the alter ego of my inner child who constantly fights the bonds of my shy and awkward tendencies. Laughs hysterically at my attempts to be outgoing and friendly while stumbling over my tongue and the wrong words. I tend to babble incoherently saying all the wrong things when nervous. Please be kind if we ever meet.

She is also a bitch... so here it is: These are MY pictures, not yours. Do not copy, download, alter etc. except enjoy them on this website. MINE, MINE, MINE! Got it?