Now that I've finished the 6 11x17 pieces I've been working on nonstop, I'm supposed to come out of the studio and work on my writing projects and chores. But I want to see this....

My fav part of eating in front of the pets is when it's a vegetable, and they look so confused.

Okay, so if you have one of those panini things where you can fry one up on a stovetop, like the lock closed kind from when they were all pop culture and shit, and you used said device to fry up some peanut butter and jelly panini, would it still be acceptable to use mayonnaise as a healthier substitute for butter on the outside of the bread?

I really want to take a long walk, despite the fact that it's after sunset, but my cat is insisting he is comfortable, so fine you asshole cat. We'll be like, safe and responsible and shit.

Holy fuck I hope Bob is okay flipping off gender roles 'cause that's what we're gonna do.

I feel motivated to tell you more about my partner in art crimes, Bob. Bob is not a Halloween decoration. Bob is a replica, the cast of someone's skull who donated their body to science. This is apparent with a quick glance at "his" uneven teeth (those who catch the reference get "his" inherent androgyny). Bob was alive. I always know that when I draw, and "he" gets candy, costumes, and booze on occasion. Again, Bob was alive. Don't worry. They still get to party, when hanging with me.

Can't wait to bust out into the dating scene like, "yah I'm a tarot card reader."

Wait, am I supposed to update my avatar with something spooky like a skull or something?

Lol, the daughter I put up for adoption likes dandelion tea. There's a fuckin' "I like dandelions" gene.

Done. Now I have to find a place to scan them. And the other 4 pics I've done this summer (including tracing the kitten).