Soooo it seems an awful lot of people misunderstood my comment about taking a break from the site...while I deeply appreciate the collective concern and/or dismay (relief?), when I say I'm going to spend less time on SG, I'm talking maybe 2 hours a day instead of 7...so no need for all the "see you when you get back" comments...I never stay away very long. 
Drawing has been eating my soul lately, in the best way possible. But that's okay...I enjoy an excuse to get good and filthy, and it's still a bit too chilly for jumping in mud puddles (seriously...I was walking across campus around 4am this morning and there was frost. Frost!! It's May for Christ's sake, who didn't get the fucking memo?)
FILTHY!
Boo!
What the hell's the matter with you??!
Chim chimanee chim chimanee chim chim churoo!
(alternately, for all you indie rockers out there....)
I am a chimbley, a chimbley sweep...
'Ello, guvnah! Shine yore shoes for a spot o gruel, wot wot?
I had one of those days the other day where you're just completely fascinated by your own body, plus seeing the Hitchhiker's Guide movie and finally (!!!!!!) getting to listen to the new radio series (which is fanfuckingtastic...yesterday was the first episode of the fourth series, featuring the arrival of my very lovley namesake!!! I can't wait until I get some lines beyond drugged up moaning though...) has me feeling particularly pleased with my Hitchhiker's tattoos lately, so the result is a bunch of pictures of my midriff.
Drawing has been eating my soul lately, in the best way possible. But that's okay...I enjoy an excuse to get good and filthy, and it's still a bit too chilly for jumping in mud puddles (seriously...I was walking across campus around 4am this morning and there was frost. Frost!! It's May for Christ's sake, who didn't get the fucking memo?)
FILTHY!
Boo!
What the hell's the matter with you??!
Chim chimanee chim chimanee chim chim churoo!
(alternately, for all you indie rockers out there....)
I am a chimbley, a chimbley sweep...
'Ello, guvnah! Shine yore shoes for a spot o gruel, wot wot?
I had one of those days the other day where you're just completely fascinated by your own body, plus seeing the Hitchhiker's Guide movie and finally (!!!!!!) getting to listen to the new radio series (which is fanfuckingtastic...yesterday was the first episode of the fourth series, featuring the arrival of my very lovley namesake!!! I can't wait until I get some lines beyond drugged up moaning though...) has me feeling particularly pleased with my Hitchhiker's tattoos lately, so the result is a bunch of pictures of my midriff.
Speaking of the Hitchhiker's Guide movie (which, for the record, I rather liked but need to see several more times to fully absorb) I win the prize for interior decorating:
Yes, I was too lazy to search for my scissors.
Anyway, I was lucky enough to catch a ride down early to NYC with the ever-rad BoxOfficePoison (even though the world is going to implode due to the fact that not once, but twice now he and I have been in the same place at the same time...) so I gotta hurry up and finish packing and go mail my mom's Mother's Day present before Japanese class. Later gators.
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you haven't updated so i don't have much to go on with this response lol.
speaking of the movie though, was i the only one who fell in love with zooey during the party scene? they made her so fricking charming.
oh did you SEE that reference! Holy how cool am I.