Got a hair cut. Stylist was really sweet, but I, in Adams words, “Look like a middle aged southern belle”. My bangs got cut obnoxiously short. What do I dooooo. I have a job interview on thursday.
My mom just went all over town looking for Neil Gaiman without my knowing. Proudface.
Or reblog that last post 5 times. That’s cool, phone.
Went to sleep with Rainbow connection in my head. Dreamt of muppets. Woke up happy.
agentlemanbastard asked: who is your favourite superhero?
arrogantscientist asked: What type of bear is best?
nickelflowers asked: is Missouri still a misery?
WELP. Tried for, like, 45 minutes to get rapidograph to work. Looks like it’s not going to. Not even a little bit. Fuck. Excuse me while I answer all asks in brush.
Tried to put a new theme on, but it won’t let me and now I just have a themeless blog. Cool.
Okay, I think I’m going to draw answers now. Ask me a question or leave a request in my ask and I’ll draw the response <3
Maybe tomorrow I’ll hook up my scanner and draw answers. Maybe I’ll have better luck during the day.
I wish I could marry my cat
agentlemanbastard asked: you're making me blush
Um. So Adam ate all of my mashed potatoes and gravy that my mommy made from scratch. ALL of it. There was, like, a weeks worth. This is so beyond not okay.