Five minutes to write an entry.

Go!

So I've been drawing lots and lots in my sketchbook lately. Tons. Woo. FMA in my brain. And originals, sort of. Scan? Scan. Later. Happy belated birthday, Caz! And... I'm wearing my awesome Trigun shirt? Wooo...

Need to draw better. Practice, practice. I think (I hope?) my job is helping. Bahhhhhhh. I wish devart worked on these computers. I wish these computers worked. Oh well. Better than fucking Foolproof blocking every other random page, I guess. HA!

STOP WALKING AROUND ME, COMPUTER VULTURES.

I suppose I have five more minutes.

Tired. But..! Being... paid... and... comics!

...Aagghh?

I'm dressing for P.E. tomorrow. I swear. Except then this every-other-daily library entry might be even more discombobulated. Wooo....

Trying to figure out which of my characters to keep and which to scrap for the story that'll never happen. Najus is staying, (duh), and Max too, ('cause he's hot and pbjsammich drew him so <3!), but everyone else is sort of up in the air. I feel like I need to revamp my whole storyline... setting... I seem to do that every coupla years. XD Baikem'll probably stay too since he's... been around forever. I'll ponder over it while I do flats.

And in the Brian style:

Dear Aspen,
STOP MAKING BOOBS AND OUTFITS THAT MAKE NO SENSE.
(Or give the same treatment to guys.)
...
(Minus the boobs.)
Love, Erin

...o shits guys 2:40 helpz