when I was like 17 I swore to myself I wouldn't end up like my mom, and I made good on that, just not in how I expected. im cringe af but also buff, have a healthy liver and sweet tattoos and still thrash at concerts.
I'm no good at gardening though, I wish I'd taken that trait on

I'm gonna stay alive and I am gonna take a chili dog shit on trump's grave

still physically and mentally burnt out and ground down and left with no time to draw

burned tf out, finally have a chance to make my comic. ipad is busted again.

this is Barry bluejeans, our most recent rescue. he goes up for adoption Saturday!

work and housework are grinding me into paste

[GG] trying to get a handle on clip studio on my underpowered Windows tablet so I can do digital ink commissions in a couple weeks

who in the FU--

taken 7/31 and 8/12. it's been one year of going ham for 5-6 days a week

having a rough go lately depression wise. it will pass. it almost always does.