Maybe I should just go, fuck it all. And stop caring about it altogether. But I hate giving up without trying.

My life...

is on this bus.

(and it is depressing as hell.)

SHE ESCAPED!

From my sketchbook, finally.

I have a serious issue with pencil drawings. They bore the hell out of me.
But here it is anyway, I name her... whatever my file name for her is - whitehairnebulablazer.

My creativity knows no boundaries.
No, not really.

This week and the coming one is going to bear much excitement. I must admit to be fairly afraid, but nothing really scares me. Except insects. And the future. Other than that, I'll just take it as it comes. Seriously sometimes I think I am mentally unsound. A masochist, maybe? Or sadist. More likely a mixture of both, actually.

☁

Last night, I dreamt of cutting the sort of cuts I used to do 3 years ago. The ones that bled and wouldn't stop, and needed stitches but I wouldn't tell. In my dream, I sliced my arm 8 times with an industrial penknife. It didn't hurt, so I just kept going. There was blood and I loved it.

肉メット

If this wasn't just a concept, I'd buy it, and wear it, while riding my bicycle. In a dress, with a tutu.

There was no internet at work on Monday.

In order to fight death driven by boredom, (and also because my nails were almost disappearing) I sketched my desk. It wasn't very entertaining and I got bored after... 5 minutes? Pretty obvious.

Behold, sketch of desk taken with my camera, as my laptop that connects to the scanner is at work. I'm on my iMac.

My PS editing skills need some work. It does not look this fugly irl. Or maybe it does, I could just be in delusion. I probably am.

I've got sooooo many more random sketches in my big fat sketchbook just waiting to be unleashed but but but my laptop is always at work, so.

Yup!

There are 2 egg tarts waiting to be consumed by me.
Ta!

YES PLEASE.

This coffee table is made of genius.
I wish I was smart enough to think of that.


What do non-smokers do when they hang out? The best friend and I were absolutely lost.

Do they shop? What happens when the shops close? Do they go home? Eating is an obvious activity but does it end there? What in the world do they do?!