I really don’t know why people are intimidated by me.
Also, I have this really awesome shirt I found that says “Superlative Conspiracy.” I thought it was funny because of what UrbanDictionary has to say on the topic.
A superlative conspiracy is the definition of a person who acts up to compensate for a lack of downstairs penis.
Hey look, a face.
Christening a new sketchbook tonight.
Oh, don’t mind me. I’m just jammin’ to some kick ass funk. Yeah.
It’s sunny out. Let’s all have a smoke, a cup of coffee, and watch my shiny new boots gleam in the sunlight.
Also, let’s jam to some 80’s pop, shall we?
Trimmed up the sides of my head today with a pair of scissors. Yes, I’m ghetto and don’t own a pair of trimmers, fuck off.
The temptation to dread my hair is getting hard to fight off.
