Whurgh!

That was the noise I made when I lost my virginity.

I never had sex again.

No, actually, it is a mark of frustration and being fed up with myself, that is what it is.

Anyway, recent news goes like this:

1) I drove my car into a ditch, such that the bumper was mutilated and couldn't be driven;
2) The insurance company determined that the car was not worth fixing but they would give me a thousand dollars to get a different one;
3) I got a different one.
4) It is the most ridiculous fucking thing I could find.
5) It has places in it to hook up nitrous oxide.

Because when you get a car, your primary concern is, "yes, I see that it has low mileage, but is it NITROUS READY??"

It has a spoiler which makes it look very much like a retarded pterodactyl face. I considered for a while calling it "Retarded Pterodactyl Face" but decided it was too long. Also it would never fit on the license plates.

So that is the story with that. Also I went on vacay to Canada and learned about horsepacking some and saw belugas and bears, and also I read Fool by Christopher Moore which almost but not quite has become my new favorite of his (Lamb I think still occupies the top spot) but it is SO GOOD YOU GO READ THAT BITCHES.

Other than that, I am currently working a bajillion hours a week and do not draw hardly ever. So...there's that.

Drawing takes a long time, you guys. Sometimes I don't even like it. Am beginning to question my commitment. (Hee! "Beginning.")

Then again I don't do anything else hardly ever either, except work. I should probably do something about that soon. Reclaim my life and such. As soon as I have the energy to do so.