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Are You Happy Now?

You said you wanted to get to know me better. Sorry, not sorry.

So I can color on Manga Studio now! 

Mind. Blown.

ART SCHOOL! 

My Week

Not the mention the severe mood swings, the peaks of hysteria and the overwhelming sense that I'm not doing ENOUGH.

I hate to admit PMS, because to me it feels like admitting (Well, not admitting but maybe conceding that PMS does happen) that women are weaker in a way, or that I'm crazy a week out of the month! I hate PMS stereotypes, and I HATE being asked "If I'm PMSing". But in all fairness, I feel crazy. And last night for dinner?

I had a bowl of ice cream and a glass of wine.

I! Am! Naked!

True love does exist. And it is super supportive. 

Although I do make these kind of declarations quite a bit; I do not lack in self confidence! I feel like that little girl in her pajamas that stands in front of the mirror and shouts positive statements at herself.

"I like my apartment! I like my boyfriend! I like my job!"

This actually happened. He was reading Game of Thrones at the time, so I don't really blame him for his lack of enthusiasm. 

In.Vince.Able.

Can you kick the ass of a year?

Theoretically. 

Jammin'!

Happy Halloween!

I remember one Halloween, I was a painter (beret, smock, pallet and brushes included) and my brother was a boxer. With a little blood on his face.

Adorbs. 

Of Course I Was Drinking

So there's a bear for you.

Also:

"What are you going to do with those?" Said Tom.

Well my friend. I'm going to put them on my desk and play with them whenever I don't want to do my work. That's what I'm going to do with the veritable menagerie I bought at a toy store in Portland. 

Not featured: The tiny jellyfish I also bought. Could not figure out how to put them on a succulent. 

Someday soon I'm going to be posting real work...