I also got my hair cut. Now it's shorter and I'm actually kind of afraid of it? But that happens a lot, when I change my hair.
Yes. Fascinating.
So here's more stuff from my sketchbook, for some reason.
It's a crook. RUN YOU CROOK.
Plet Skud is a liquorice candy from, uh, Denmark or something. I'm sorry his legs are cut off, now, although it looks fine in my sketchbook. My sketchbook is really tiny so I'm always cutting people off at the thigh.
And another guard-demon thingy after the one in Chicago. Minus the wings, I guess. This one looks more like a character out of Mulan, as someone pointed out.
Which reminds me, I should be as swift as the coursing river, with all the force of a great typhoon. With all the strength of a raging fire. As mysterious as the dark side of the moon. And stuffs.
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Is it wrong that I think that crook is about the most adorable crook ever? Because it is.
And Plet Skud totally reminds me of someone...
Those guard-demon thingies need to come to life and be our friends. It would be so cool if they were tiny and ran around, being tiny! And possibly on fire!
Grilled? Apple? Sandwich? Explain. Also, explain Jess. Or, perhaps Jess could explain herself.
Also, I keep screwing up the verification word, because I am actually a robot. The last one was pfftfm. Like a radio station for the blasé.
Jess - Thankew! On fire! Yes! I must draw this! MUST MAKE OWN FRIENDS.
Sachi - Jess is my friend from a kid fiction class, and also just from life, because classes are over now yayay. Jess is good at writing and drawing, and she is nice and you will like her.
And grilled apple sandwich like with melted cheese, and then apples and onions all sort of grilled? I guess? On sourdough?
I always get the verification word wrong at least once. But I shouldn't HAVE to verify. It's my blog and I am myself!?
You are having much frivolity it pains me that I am not involved. Instead I deflect to the video games. Alone. For hours. And Ciaran comes home and says, "just how long have you been playing this?" and I honestly don't know. But I DO know that I haven't spoken to anyone all day.
And that is something.
Yes. Yes. I feel your pain. The anguish of a new game. That next level. That unreached plateau.
Oh yes. YES.
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