When I die, I want my final words to be, "when you find it, you'll understand everything. The password is...."

Sketching a crawdad and it's making me hungry, but the only way I can get my hands on crawdads locally is to go to this one store and act like a total Karen, "I'm sure you have one in the back, if you look hard enough," just to get a bag of frostburned crawdads that are only fit for maybe soup or a sauce. Just not worth it.

I owe so many English teachers a thank you. Here in Oklahoma, it seemed to the students that the best teachers left for better pay elsewhere. I'm starting to realize some of the English teachers though, they withstood it to slip us materials to teach critical thinking. History teachers tried too. In a culture that shamed me if I was caught reading for pleasure in a Denny's late at night, multiple times. Thank you, teachers who put up with it for us.

Going to donate my body to the body farm to give back to forensic science for all the years of entertainment it's given me.

I love how in my garden, when weeds come up, they are still wicked cool carnivorous plants. That is a pinky nail dwarfing that baby flytrap leaf, not my index finger :)

Just decided I will opt for cute and silly in every text encounter by letting my phone correct "fuck" to "duck" in the hopes it will foster an underestimation of my capabilities and they will never see me coming.

We should all be grateful to Trump, actually. He gave us the memory of the time he fed a whole football team McDonald's off of the Lincoln silver, and that's something no president has ever been low class enough to do something so entertaining ever before. That will be in history books, next to 4 Seasons Landscsaping.

I bet if they had to read scholarly articles, those imaginary people would take two whole months to do their superior coloring books.

Every now and then I get frustrated at how long it is taking me to make this coloring book (two years), and I start trying to compare myself to some imaginary people churning this stuff out monthly with vector graphics that look better than mine, then I remember they aren't reading scholarly articles outside their field of study to do theirs.

I know my whole bank facing my money in my wallet is a little over the top, but when I get my money from an ATM and I have to bank face it because the MACHINE couldn't hand it out right, I take personal offense.

Given the number of cryptid sightings that are later "found out to be a bear", I'm honestly surprised they don't have a greater reputation as tricksters.