Like Crack But With Words...

You know, a while ago, a friend of mine looked at my blog for the first time, and I warned him that it was wierd and unfiltered. He responded that the blog was kind of addictive. I guess if I had to have my blog invoke an emotion, those of a hard narcotic would do just as well as any...

So, there was a lot of stuff I wanted to say, but I promised art, so I couldn't say it without another picture (which I have for you). Please stay with me, a lot of this will seem random. It's sort of the mental equivlent of reading scribbles on napkins... so, onward.

The same friend from above had a lot of kind words for me out of nowhere, so that was unexpected, but appreciated.

I've been promoted again, from ItsNotAwkwardAnymore to notawkward. That's either a promotion or anabbreviation. I personally could use a little ego boost, so I'm going with promotion. Personally goal, see how many aliases I can get before the year ends. Personally, I think we should give all of our friends aliases, that way there's never a question about where you stand with someone.

I think I'm repressing my whole life. My boss asked me what I did last weekend, and I honestly couldn't remember. Why do my bosses feel the need to talk to me anyway. Maybe I was sitting alone eating by myself cuz I didn't want company.

It was 10 freakin' pounds, why does it hurt so much? It's funny how one can be able to bench over 200 pounds, but do 10 pounds with the shouldes and it's over.

I might possibly start a comic with young Robinson, we'll see how that goes.

I'm pretty sure I had something funny to say, but I forgot.

I think the overcompensation piece below is one of my best pieces of writing in quite sometime... read it.

Oh right, now I remember, but it's not as funny as I thought, sorry. I think I hate my job. At least at times. Not the whole thing, just the misery part. I mean, I think I'm miserabe sometimes. I get seasonal, winter, allergies, and yesterday they hit me out of nowhere. So it was 8 hours into my day, and I still hadn't gotten out the builds I was trying to get out. Long story short, after 10 hours of work, and having every cavity in my head that was previously empty fill with fluid, I was a little something. whether that something is misery or not, I'll let you be the jusdge. A lot of the head congestion is gone now, but my lungs still feel flooded. FYI, they're not supposed to be, air is supposed to go in there. As an added bonus, every time a smoker walks back into the office, I can now smell them from where I sit. Gotta' say, I'm not a fan of the senation, I don't think lungs are supposed to feel like burning.


And that about covers it... wow, I make you sit through a lot of crap just for some art don't I? Well, you're a good person for sitting through it, so here you go

Ok, not much to say, but let's review. Old crappy sketch.



New, much less crappy image. Where the old image lacked any of the fluidness or dynaimcs I was trying to capture, this piece is much closer to the original vision. Deffinitely the superior sketch, can't wait to paint it. I want it to have a sort water colored feel, well see how that goes.

Oh, and I made metballs, which is cool I guess, but what do yo do with 20 meatballs and no spaghetti?




MOOD
sad: (with my lack of knowledge when it comes to meatball serving options.)