Art by Meddygon
Monthly Archives: September 2002
thanks mom
Fucking hell. I’ve got my porfolio sitting next to my bed, my dirty laundry next to my bed, and a stack of books next to my bed. Why? No fucking room elsewhere in the apparment. I’ve got two dishes in … Continue reading
Dream 2002.09.08
I had a dream about elevators. I fucking hate elevators, but I have to deal with them every day. It’s a stupid irrational fear that they’ll malfunction. I’ve never truly had an elevator malfuntion with me in it, but the … Continue reading
Begin Pre-Menstrual Rant of Nonsense.
Fuck you. FUCK YOU. A thousand times, Fuck you. You, of all people, I get emotionally attached to. You, of all people, I come to expect things from. Equal if not greater intelligence. Understanding. PATIENCE WHEN I HAVE NONE. I’m … Continue reading
Candice
Coffee grounds spilt in trash bin. Not mine. Min asks me to clean them up because it’s my coffee machine. I said no. They are not my grounds, and I am not Candice’s maid. Min cleans.
Fortune
I went to the arcade today with five tokens so that I wouldn’t have enough to play more than one game of PIU . . . and then Gabriel gives me a handful for the hell of it.
Pay Attention
What would I have done, if she stepped on the bird? Would I have yelled at her for not paying attention? Would I have sobbed at the loss of an innocent bird? Would I have commented on the tragedy as … Continue reading
Maxim
Maxim is the single stupidest publication I’ve had the unfortunate displeasure of reading.
I’m thinking castration.
What will it take to make males (Other than Jorenko) realise that they will never be more than just friends?
Dream 02.09.03
Dreams always seem so real ;_; In a dream last night, I was sleeping. In the dream, I woke up, and felt someone under me. Jorenko had somehow gotten into my room and underneath me without waking me up. I … Continue reading
Imbalance
I hate it when drawn characters have breasts bigger than their heads, and still manage to keep balanced in a fight.
Dream 02.09.02
I had a dream about a game. I looked over the edge of the boat. Trees were barely visable over the floodwaters. Some of the water was standing water, other parts had currents. I remember thanking our leader for the … Continue reading