The Dark Side of Crafting

That's right, friends, for today's BEDA entry I'm going to take you on a little tour of one of modernity's most sinister evils: the craft store. 

While running some errands today (shoes! a pair even named "the Gwenda," which I had to buy), Christopher needed to procure some supplies for a–supremely manly–project he has underway in his lair (work bench area). I decided to accompany him, but, almost immediately upon entering the store, we were cruelly separated. What follows are the actual texts and photos documenting the seedy underbelly of craftdom.


ME: Help! Where r u?

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ME: SRSLY. They have doll heads and hands!

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CHRISTOPHER: Aisle 17B, scary freak!

ME: I am not the scary one!

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CHRISTOPHER: 17B

ME: Take this! (It reminds me of Holly.)

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CHRISTOPHER: Found it. Almost done.

ME: Are u sure u don't need some Hannah Montana stickers? There r lots.

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CHRISTOPHER: Ready to go. Register.

ME: What about my pretty jewels?

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CHRISTOPHER: I have left. Outside.

ME: They still have Tiger Beat in this universe!!!

CHRISTOPHER: No way. 

ME: WAY!!!

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