7th grade pair of jeans. ugly casanova quotes all over that shit.
besides angsty selfies, what i really got out of this exercise was the fact that i really miss 100% cotton denim without stretch.
also goodbye horses is definitely this photoset’s theme song
new frames.
however i might be the only person in the world to appreciate the subtle differences among my unreasonably large collection of black horn rim glasses.
currently at work.
empty pool.
looking 16bit flash glamorous.
avoiding thesis pt I
shit i can’t do today:
- be a sentient being
it isn’t spring until it’s christened with the first iced coffee of the year
so here’s a picture of my chin.
I have three essays to write today. I am very thrilled and not exceedingly tired at all. My hands are certainly not arthritic in this weather and carpal tunnel doesn’t ever come at the least opportune moment in my scholastic career.
Also because I’m incompetent and can’t properly prepare chestnuts without destroying fingers, typing will be even more laborious and spiteful.
But at least I have an awesome latte.
Also yes masking tape + toilet paper is sturdier than your average band-aid.
Jesus, I haven’t drawn from life in a really long time.
So don’t fucking judge me. I’m doing this drawing challenge in hopes I’ll improve at least a little and get into a habit of putting pen to paper daily.
Also, my girlfriend thinks my style is wonky because I started drawing later than most and without a clue as to an academic approach. I think I thought cross hatching looked cool and like I actually knew what I was doing, and I was super into R. Crumb and thought anything he did must be badass.
Thus was born my horrible artistic habits.
just going through my archive when i found this jewel. it features my concentration face which always incited questions about my emotional well-being as a kid.
anyway, i posted this over a year ago with an earnest intention of drawing consistently again. around that time i also decided i was going to eat my veggies every day.
i haven’t drawn since that post and still subsist on canned soup and BLTs
Myself and my lady, waiting for trick r treaters at our humble witches abode.
the x-files is on, wind is howling down my cobblestone block throwing the rain at my door, and it’s my first latte of the year.
so here’s to you, autumn.
Every few months Victoria’s Secret sends me a free panty coupon to get you into their store. For about 3 years I’ve been receiving these with dependable frequency and have just resigned myself to the happy fact that I’ll never have to pay for underwear again. Except I never actually remember buying anything from the store.
That being said, free underwear comes with stipulations. It must be of a particular style.
Today I went to redeem my free panties only to discover these were my only options.
When will I wear them?
Probably never.
Why did I get them?
Because it’s goddamn free panties that’s why jesus.
None of my Catholic extended family has “liked” my engagement to my girlfriend on facebook or congratulated me.
I doubt it has anything to do with our profile photos.
um i wish i got to see these people more often than i do.
