someone is always losing

I dropped my bags on the floor of my bedroom when I waltzed in the door last night. I opened all (four) of my windows and pulled out my comforter. I haven't been able to sleep in days- either because I wasn't at home or because my blankets were too light. I forgot how much I love being completely wrapped up in weighted warmth. My mother has always teased me for my desire to be in hot heavy wool blankets, but there's a reason "security" prefaces blanket. I feel really good.

 Here are some things I want your eyes to enjoy:

(laundry day)

(my tool shed and clothing rack)

(my mom the hottie as me before me)

Remember kids, life is good. 

This was the second one:

[click to enlarge] When I made it I thought of Sable, whose affection towards rabbits is beyond me. I don't really care for their misconstrued personalities (most of them are evil!) but I enjoyed making this nonetheless. xx.

it ends with bart simpson.

i'm not feeling much for words right now.
But at the beginning I looked (and felt) like this.

ended up here (this is where I wish i could make that Scott-biting-his-forefinger- "Ghllll" sound).





saw some concept art from "Where the Wild Things Are"





then i met matt groening. THE END.