I keep clickity-typing away and then promptly deleting what I’ve typed. And not by highlighting broad mouse strokes of text and then deleting it, but rather by moving the cursor to the end of a sentence or paragraph and mashing my index finger down the delete key, my physical manifestation of my thinking, “That’s right bitch – I’m deleting you as hard as I can right now” which makes me about as tough as marshmallow fluff. Poet. Right here
Archive for January, 2010
The next step is admitting that you want to leave.
Tuesday, January 19th, 2010Some things never get better.
Saturday, January 16th, 2010Woah, Big Gulps, huh? All right! Whelp, see ya later.
Wednesday, January 13th, 2010Just a couple more doodles – and a brief description of what the rest of my war has to offer me. Hint – nothing I care about except the possibility of going home someday.
Packages: No more.
Tuesday, January 12th, 2010Stop with the packages. If you have something you were going to send to me – don’t! I’m getting ready to move around for a couple of months – and whatever you send will just end up chasing me around this war, then around the states, and eventually to my house.
Blood stains, speed kills.
Tuesday, January 5th, 2010Yeah, that’s right. It’s about 7:30 in the AM here in Iraq and I can’t think of a clever title for this so I abused some Agent Orange lyrics. Whatever, I do what I want. I’m an out of control teen. Anyway, here’s two new doodles. One is a blatant rip-off of a well known Sailor Jerry flash.
Some dawlings – on Post Office forms
Monday, January 4th, 2010So yeah – the paper they make Priority Mail forms out of is really nice. It takes ink well, and you can actually layer colors over it. It’s kind of shocking that’s it’s so nice considering that it’s supposed to just be a label for a package. Anyway, here’s some doodles I did today and stuck on letters that I’m sending. Any guess where the TWR one is going?
2010 – Have we reached a consensus on how we’re pronouncing that yet?
Saturday, January 2nd, 2010So far this “year” – I’ve managed to do pretty much nothing. Well, that’s not true. I’ve done stuff. It’s just not really “useful” stuff. The funk has rolled over to the new year.