Itinerary of a freelance illustrator: Tuesday
8:30am - Wake Up. Coffee. Put washing on. Log onto Internet. 8:45am - Open comic script, read. Make notes. Doodle. 9:30am - Take washing to parent’s place to use dryer. Morning meeting with Book Writerman. Coffee. 11:00am - Pick up washing from parent’s place. Lunch. 12:00pm - Home. Comic script. More notes and drawing. Email Comic Writerwoman. Coffee. 3:00pm - Shower. Coffee. ...
SO CHARICE IS GOING TO BE ON GLEE
tsunderebeams: I HAVE NEVER WANTED TO GENUINELY CHOKE A BITCH. UNTIL NOW. RE-BLOGGING FOR GREAT JUSTICE. Also, that .GIF made me laugh for like, twelve minutes straight.
So there's this Lunar Eclipse tonight...
and I joke the Twihards will all be up in an unnecessary but wholly amusing tizzle because Twilight: Eclipse premiered yesterday and you just know they’re gonna draw some stupid coincidental conclusions. “A lunar eclipse,” says my delightful online friend. “Is that the same as a Midnight Sun?” Internets, he will recover from sudden grievous bodily harm in about 2-4...
You are sitting in a warm, inviting BEDROOM. There is a glass of WINE to your left, and 2 invitations to be SOMEWHERE ELSE, but both SOMEWHERE ELSES require GOLD and SOBRIETY…to get there. Tonight, however, you have essentially been STOOD UP on your original plans. Aren’t you the frustrated little bitch? > INVENTORY Glass of WINE The INTERNET Online GOLD POUCH FRIDGE full of...
I’m friggin’ Switzerland.
Anti-Rape Female Condom unveiled for World Cup →
Holy Mother of God. I think I’m a little in awe.
I would just like y'all to be aware
That my vocabulary is apparently ridiculously sexy. Just so you know.
I'll let you in on a secret...
I am in bed at 8pm on a Saturday night. Because, apparently I am a fucking GRANDMA. Also, it’s cold and I have a laptop. Why would I be at my desktop when it can be blaring the Glee cast’s ‘Faithfully’ at me from 4 feet away? You have no idea how much I goddamn love the song. (also happy 100th post, me. Boobs.)
You are over capacity and I have thoughts that need to be expressed in 140 characters. Like: “Fuck off Julie Goodwin and find a thesaurus for your over-use of the word ‘beautiful’ makes me want to kick a puppy. #masterchef” And: “Callum you are irritating me on a level that is often only reserved for slow, elderly drivers and teenagers with their pants half-mast....
Temporarily free pizza
and ridiculously cheap cleanskin wine. Let me introduce you to… MUTANT WEEKEND.
I don’t cry in movies or TV shows or whatever but Glee finale? MADE ME CRY LIKE A LITTLE BITCH WITH A SKINNED KNEE. WHAT IS WRONG WITH ME. (They sang ‘To Sir With Love’.) (And Santana sang in ‘Don’t Stop Believing’.) (And I nearly died.)
I think I exist solely as a warning to others.