chefpyro:

ive gotta stop going to bed at 5 am

yeah you do

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Here’s a quick rundown of my day:

• 9:00 am to 9:15 am - Wake up. Trying to draw. Quit because called to the table for brunch.
  
• 9:57 am to 10:05 am - Trying to draw. Again. Quit because called to store to do retailing activities until 2:10 pm.
• 3:02 pm to 3:10 pm - Trying to draw. Again again. Quit because called to the nsfw blog to answer questions. Then quit THAT because called for grocery shoppin.
• 4:00 pm - Didn’t even attempt to draw. Avoided need to quit for dinner. I am so goddamned smart aren’t I.
• 5:00 pm - More nsfw sunday shit. Tried to quit for draw at 5:40 pm. Guess again dickhead.
• 6:00 pm - Bodily fluids evacuation time. [REDACTED]
• 8:00 pm - Even more lewd interactions. Whoopdee doo. No draw.
• 9:10 pm - No, I’m fucking done! I’m fucking done!! This is bullshit! This is fucking bullshit!! WHAAAAAT IS THIS?! WHAAAAAAAAAAAAAT IS THIS?! WHAT IS MY LIFE?! …I can’t do it, Jon! I can’t fucking DO IT ANYMOOOOOOOOOORE!! …I appreciate it, but look at what we’re dealing with, man! WE GOTTA DRAW THE LINE SOMEWHERE!! YOU GOTTA DRAW A FUCKING LINE IN THE SAND, DUDE! YOU GOTTA MAKE A STATEMENT! You gotta look inside yourself and say, “What am I willing to put up with today?” NOT! FUCKING! THIS! 

Fuck all y’all I am drawing now t(-_- t)

zedrin-maybe:

Honestly whenever I think of the amalgamate of activities that would be used to represent sportsball, I’ve found out today that usually in my head it winds up looking strikingly like cricket.

“Sticks and balls may break your bones, but the cheers of the crowd make it a sport” - Some asshole, maybe