Sometimes I think I am crazy.

I went to the psychic today and oh god. GUYS I'M GONNA HAVE 3 KIDS AND I'M GONNA BE A MILLIONAAAAIRREEE AND I'M GONNA OWN 2 HOMES. No, really. That's seriously what she said. Jesus christ.

Art soon, I cannot resist the pencil much longer. 1. Because school is soon and 2. I haven't drawn shit for ages. Approximately 3.5 weeks actually.

SHOUT OUT to one Rebecca Leach. Where the fuck are you on aim anymore. Fo sho.

Edit: Well, well, well, motherfucker. I actually do some art and there you are, my dear scanner, somehow unaccessable to my computer. I suspect the inaccessablity happened when my dad moved the desktop computer from one end of the room to the other. I unplugged and replugged all the wires connecting (total of 1) and it still doesn't fucking register in the computer. What the hell. I guess you all get to wait until I get back to school and Anderson is open, or until my dad fixes this predicament. It's mostly the usual stuff though.

Naked people, stretchy people, black and white, me drawing a drawing, a weird dream I had. Y'know.