Considering creating a secondary tumblr for my sketches.
I think it’ll push me to keep drawing more. c:
Yay/nay? Name ideas? I typically use bauimation (combo of my last name, Baue, and animation/illustration/imagination/all that cool stuff that ends with -ation), but since most of the stuff put up would be incomplete I don’t feel that would work well. All suggestions are welcome! <3
and all the girls in every girly magazine can’t make me feel any less alone i’m reaching for the phone to call at 7:03 and on your machine I slur a plea for you to come home but i know it’s too late and i should have given you a reason to stay
Your job is now your Time Lord name. The last digit of your phone number is the current regeneration you are in, the nearest clothing item to your right is now the most notable item in your current wardrobe, the last person you texted is your current companion and your favourite word is now your catchphrase.
I am the Digital Media Designer! (Santa Shooter on weekends) In my 8th regeneration. My noteable item of clothing is this fabulous windbreaker. My current companion is Hoover. My catchphrase: Poop!
Sorry guys, I really need to vent to someone new. Feel free to skip this one.
- Ordered my new bankcard this morning. - Getting my new license tomorrow before noon. - Driving around with my driver’s side window missing til Tuesday my dad’s car til Monday. Stupid new car with stupid special $300 windows. - Working all weekend at the zoo against my better judgement. - Pay rent/water via check Tuesday. Like a boss. - Dropping off fancy letter written by my lawyer aunt about the lack of safety at night. Also like a boss. - Setting up Verizon bill on PNC so they don’t try to fuck me for the 3rd month in a row. - Actually spend the night at my apartment again. - Get Zune HD so I don’t have to listen to the radio or spend another $110+. - Order ANOTHER nes controller wallet (I just had to replace my old one a month ago because the first one broke). - Find a new purse bag that hasn’t been tainted by thieving bastards. It’s skeeves me out just touching my Mario bag. (They pitched it at the entrance of my complex)
God, I need to stop being such a baby about this. It happens all the time…right? I just really miss my Kaman’s notebook (aka my work sketchbook) and my super special moose pin my brother “very artistically” made for me at age 15. You can’t replace that shit motherfuckers. I hope those assholes get caught. Not only did they cost me money and time up front, but I’m now pretty sure I lost all chance of getting a new room mate. Her dad is never going to trust my place now. At least I’ve been making extra bank with excessive mandatory overtime since Labor Day til the end of the year, so it’s not like I’m going to die or anything. It’s just the point. It’s shitty to be robbed, shittier to have it happen on the second largest holiday of the year, and shittiest to know you weren’t the only one and there’s nothing we can do about it. At least I have a legitimate excuse to be upset for once.
And now I feel dumb for thinking “Gee, I need to switch something up in my life,” Wed night and I should have put more thought in me thinking about what ifs about my wallet being stolen that same evening. But that’s how it always works, right? Not literally jinxing myself, but it always happens right after you think about it?
I’m just glad my family was here this weekend to get me through. Today was easier than yesterday and I know tomorrow will be better as well. Etc. Etc. Everything will be back to almost normal within the next week and I know it’s all ok. I’m just incredibly impatient.
The only worry I have now is of it happening again. I’m not planning on leaving anything important in my car any more, but what if some kids bust my window again and actually root around for something that isn’t there? (That’s what happened to the car next to mine) It’s already unjust that I have to pay for one window and I don’t want to again. It’s not worth it. And it’s not like I can just watch my car all night. A worse thought is someone breaking into my home. That’s the next logical step for these types of people. Sure, I’m on the second floor, but I’ve scaled it easily and I know the glass on my back door is weaker than my car window. There are far more valuable things in there. My TV, computers, gaming systems, my dog…me. Maybe being tired is over exaggerating things, but at this moment I’m afraid of being home alone. Not even 4 days ago that’s what I looked forward to on Tuesdays. I know I’m going to have to sleep there alone tomorrow, Sunday at the latest. Guess I need to man up. They can’t be dumb enough to hit the same car twice, right?
You knew this day would come, and you did, and you really should have waited Go cry yourself to sleep, and you should, because I’m so faded You knew this day would come, and it did, and you really should have waited Go cry yourself to sleep, and you should, because I’m so faded