Chopshop and Toil

Well folks, I got my first project for college 2-d today. I feel like shit however (or at least more shitty than normal ) because I left my damn supplies at the house while in a rush to get out the door.

So! Instead of finishing my cut and paste work TODAY in CLASS I get to over the weekend---alongside a screaming pilfering baby. I couldn't sleep too well last night on account of dehydration knocking my ass out after school in the afternoon. my newly hefty rack isn't helping. These fuckers have tripled in size in a couple months---don't get any ideas either. I'm a virgin and thats how its staying. Of course be me the vessel who would manifest the son of Satan via anti-immaculate conception BECAUSE I am one of the few women who hasn't given it up yet and doesn't plan to. Last thing I need in my strange little life is a screaming infant. I hate noise, these things don't go over well. I don't get along with children too well. I am reminded of ZOGG.

Anyhoo, wow how did that dehydration story turn into a tale of boobs and anti-immaculate conception?

I'm borderlining D cups all. And the weird thing is that I've lost seven pounds.

But that doesn't have anything to do with art, does it? What I was getting at before I trailed off into that disturbing accounting of my own nethers, is that besides sleeping I'll be working on my projects and commission work all weekend.

I've also had to cut my meals back to one smallish one a day. Its lunch time now but I can't afford that shit. I've spent 100 bucks on art supplies in to days. Sacrifices, sacrifices. Someone hand me a rabbit to kill, maybe I'll get a fat stack for it. Or a human. I can do hitman.

One more thing. Met a girl in art class today. WEIRD. I think a friendship is afoot. She even confused ME of all people. She looks about as wired as she acts. Also, one of the girls who got everything paid for by the school let me use her card to purchase some black foam board in an emergency. You sweetheart. I offered to pay her back but she just said "its the colleges money not mine" and that was enough to sedate me.

Aforementioned Tits...

Two-DEE art class done. That was fast. Okay, so now I have...three and a half hours to spend being lewd but otherwise likable on the net. Here is that Tit's donkey that I promised, my non-existent viewers.


Epic Failness by *kilderok on deviantART

And I Should prolly show ya what I was talking about in my previous post concerning nuts, balls penes and the Mario brothers. It's extremely stupid folks. You'll see. Somehow I just can't stop laughing.

The beginning

What better time for a bum like me to start her own business-y blog while on her first day of college? Hopefully this tool will prove useful as I sit here on the top level of Wilson hall, leering and those "kinetics" below me, while I atrophy in this phat armchair, rotting my brain as I watch Mario and Luigi talk about nuts, balls and penes. I'm serious.

First order of business, deodorant. No really. Why am I wearing a parka in the deep southern swamps in August? I will indeed be famous. This only proves the premonition of the redhead named Kittie---whom I dwell alongside with. Only cranked out jackasses with huge tits for a frontal lobe wears a parka in the summer in the south. Did I mention this schools mascot is in fact, a jackass?

I'll post my rendering of "Tits" the donkey after my two-dimensional class. But for now I need to get my fat, stinky cakes to Brinson Fine Arts. S'cuse me.