Sometimes a plan comes together, other times it crashes and burns. This one kind of isn’t currently on fire, but certainly stubbed its toe.
Perhaps if folks thought you had your own back, they would act differently.
If you had an eye on the back of your head (like that episode of Angel) maybe the world would be a better place, a much less trusting probably not better place.
At least I could look an asshat in the eye before he runs me off the road.
I got a text from a young lady that broke my widdle heart.
She asked for my address. If she sends me a wedding invite, I will probably stop posting pictures…and drawing them, and breathing.
Don’t think I like this guy. I feel like he gave me food poisoning from some lentils. He didn’t get sick though. Maybe it was Mystical food poisoning.
Bit of a slow start this year. Been hanging out in Doodletown.
This is in one of those 3 1/2 x 5 1/2 moleskines. It’s pretty mini.
I’m so embarrassed. Don’t judge me.