Sunday, September 30, 2012

Last day at SPH

Thursday, September 27, 2012



Wednesday, September 26, 2012

Feeling pretty shitty.

About the fact that I cannot draw.
My sketchbook is filled with squiggly bullshit with no personality at all. I suck and that sucks.
#personalcrisis. Everyday I discover new things to fret about.

Monday, September 24, 2012


Random drawing driven by boredom during the last 15 minutes of work today. A lot has happened in the past couple of weeks. 2012 is the year of shit! Hoozah. Thanks for creating a cynical, jaded soul. Motherfucker.

Wednesday, September 19, 2012


Sometimes you think you can trust someone and you peel away whatever layers of onion-like metaphorical humdrum you have plastered all over yourself so the person you have chosen to trust can see your organs, raw and pulsating. If they wished, they could take out your liver, or kidney, or gall bladder, or oesophagus etc and hold it and do whatever they wished with it or them because who knows, they might choose to take everything. And you think that's alright because you think that they can be trusted. They would never do anything to hurt you.

But life is full of shit and people are shit. So cheers to being fucked over, guys! 

Saturday, September 1, 2012

Last night

Yesterday was surprisingly epic.

Herstory > Pump Room > (outside) Zirca > Shake.

The after effects of lesbian drama was still coursing through every fiber of my being so the fun didn't kick in until we went to the flyer where I sparked a short romance with the shrubbery after downing Midori. Midori is great.

Something about drinking makes me feel like being alone. Discovered a waterfall / climbed the waterfall / bonded / proposed / got married / evolved into a dyke / hugs / drama / fighting / more hugs / wanting to skinny dip / watching the sky / loitering around / serious talking / macs / hyper bunny / tapping in and out of the station / getting a free ride home.

We need more of this. Minus the drama. Then again, maybe drama is essential for a good night out. I'm not sure. It'd be nice to not have any though. I haven't felt this happy in a really, really, really long time.


I should really start drawing again instead of posting random tumblr pictures.
So lazy.

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