Yesterday I tried to paint a page in my journal. Of course the paint didn't come through, like it never does so I tried a brush. Didn't work. Added water. Didn't work. I couldn't even mix the paint up. So I chucked them. All of them. Some are nearly empty after I've scratched the paint out under a lot of swearing but now they are gone. And the best thing is the little storage box I got from Daddy Monkey to store those stupid things is the right size for my small bottles of Golden fluids.
Another weight lifted...
