What to do if you accidentally drip honey all over your keyboard

1. Flip keyboard over.
2. Continue eating whatever you were eating that dripped honey on your keyboard (if you were not eating honey, check behind you for bears. Or don't. You'll presumably die either way)
3. wet one corner of cloth with warm water
4. remove honey without ruining keyboard
5. dry with the rest of the cloth
6. check again for bears, as the honey may have attracted them.
7. if there is a bear, quickly write a will on something that is not likely to be destroyed by a bear attack.
8. give all your stuff to Chloe.

Dear Trick or treaters,

Please stop coming over to my block from east-jesus nowhere. REALLY.
and if you must, at least wear a coustume,
no, underwear doesn't count as a costume,
and if you're over 12, don't knock on my door.
Because I will go crazy one of these years, and do something drastic,
and it could happen to you.
Thanks.

The start of the most epic project ever.

Watch out, McB. I'm a project beast. I LOVE PROJECTS.
REALLY.
I. LOVE. PROJECTS.

AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH

Also I'm weaning off the actual typed text in my pictures,

it lacks character.

But I'm left handed, and it's hard to write on paint in the first place.

So this might take awhile.

I'm losing it.

I need a break.



Human Beans

definately took over my day today.
I couldn't stop drawing them.
AHHHHHH

Yeah, I just whored out the same picture I put on Tumblr.

Deal with it.

Also I made a kick-bootay poster for Rubel,

and a card for McBride, who was really surprised that I used "you're" right for some reason.

Hey, I'm not retarded.

Thanks.

This cold is cramping my style.

Well, delaying it. I wanted to wear an awesome dress today (definition of awesome: has pockets and only costs $10) but it's raining. So I tried to put on Doc Martins to offset frostbite. Except it was still too cold. So I put on jeans. And a jacket. But then I couldn't really move, so I changed into.... a tee shirt. And removed the Doc Martins.

Which is why it needs to stop raining.

So I dont spend over 10 minutes getting ready ever again.

McBride AND his wife follow me. Suck on that, world!

If you're reading this McB, you should know that our girl scout handbook quoted Swift.
YEAH. It was awesome.

If you're reading this Ms. McB, you're still cooler than him. Even though I have no idea what you look like, I'm going to draw you. I like to think you're a dragon-dinosaur. Because only a dragon-dinosaur could delay me editing my all-important article about bedbugs for the school paper (yeah, bedbugs. For reals.) and blog.
Okay, maybe not. But still.