one painting a day

for one day. the worst scan ever. i must have smoked anxiety weed. cause i got too anxious with it. oh well. bar time.

just passing time at work.

lazy day today. partied out. unless you guys know of something going down. then im down...

WOW...

this day at work but have been going all right...
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WOW...thats all i can say about this weekend. be sorry if you missed it.

c'mon. everyones doing it.

this ones old. but its still relevant today. because porn movies are still being made. so double action hand jobs will never go out of style. ever.

who cares about the fucking marmot. man.

i was sick of posting the crappy hi-liter drawings. so this is what you get instead. other dog shit. you're welcome.

things are looking up even when im looking down. work doodle part million.

some of the books made it to their first of many owners. so thats good.

oh well.

i feel like crap. is anyone in the murdering business? i could use your services for myself. on myself...

future? life? love?not boredom?not not feeling good? carls junior?

off day today. or a day off. once im not so high im going to go to the postal office. and send the books out. and i have to fix a flat tire. and i feel worthless. and i want a spicy chicken sandwich from carls junior. could someone come over and fix my tire for me. c 'mon. im high. does anyone want to come over and spoon. or at least hang out. or find the ten dollars i lost last night.

time to shine.

i get the day after cinco de mayo off of work so im gonna go to the post office and send the books out that day. i swear. just so i dont have to care about them anymore. until they get back into my arms and i have to deal with them again. like a bunch of crying babies. and i know how much i hate babies. especially crying babies. and thats a lot. a lot.