Page ten of twelve. Slowly crawling towards my goal/accepting my fate

2700 words. My brain. I can’t. I literally…There is no more material to use, even in the books

I’M STUCK I’M FUCKING STUCK

I’ve been typing forever, how am I still at 1600 words??????

Tonight’s dinner

Puerto Rican rice and beans, salmon with a tapatio mayo sauce, and mango guacamole

The guy who bid on my drawing tablet on ebay canceled his order

Fuck….That’s what I get for counting my chickens before they hatched. Can I get a break please?

Required word count for paper due on monday: 3,600

Current word count: 3,100

Current word count after I delete all of my convenient notes: 1,600

I FOUND IT. THIS IS IT. This is what I want to paint for my spring quarter independent study.

It’s totally going to be a bitch though, isn’t it

GASPPP I remembered my dream from last night

It was Osmosis Jones meets Star Wars, and I saw it from both the inside and outside perspective. Like, my body was my body, but inside it was a little deathstar populated with mostly female stormtroopers. I apparently got cut inside my brain and inside everything was exploding with sparks and flying stormtroopers and shit and alarms going off like “SHES HEMORRHAGING BERRN BERNN BERRNN”

it was cool

23, 25, 28

23. What is one unique thing you’re afraid of?

CATFISH I HATE FCATCHING

25. You just found $100! How are you going to spend it?

I’m gonna save it

But drunk me would buy more drinks

28.
You discover a beautiful island upon which you may build your own
society. You make the rules. What is the first rule you put into place?

no raping people, you get your dick cut off