The ink on the paper

Sure is nice to be big and me again, yanno? No more of that crazy shortness. Gettin' shrunk ain't my definition of fun, 'kay? I like my height. Bein' tall means I can see over everyone and reach the top shelf. And apparently do my job but that's another story, yeah? And now my clothes fit too and my hammer doesn't seem so heavy anymore. Why I had it made outta iron-like material is beyond me. I must've been slightly crazy in my previous life.

The room managed to pick up many colors durin' last week. Man I shouldn't've painted last week but I'm kinda glad I did. All the paint's gone, but I kinda wish I coulda painted above waist level, since that's as far as I could reach last week.

Yo, Mysterious Photographer, I coulda given ya a better picture if ya asked. Ain't the first time I've done this. There was an auction a long time ago right after I arrived, though I didn't get any bids then, cuz I was new. But I got at least one now. That's pretty cool. Well, Bidder-chan, I hope we go and get coffee ♥