Lnaydun

So I've been drawing a lot lately and I'm actually proud of that, none of it is really postable quality but I'm just glad I'm finally able to make the effort and just enjoy it regardless of quality and able to focus on improvement in a positive way. So I have this craptastic job at Petco now and that's all good I guess, I mean I hate it and all but it really got me thinking about how important art really is to me. I mean before that I had a job at a little rinkadink auto glass repair stand in the mall with some guy named Todd who was none too reputable, little slimey, and spent most of his day checking out 'hawt ass'. I couldn't stand it tho

Things have been hard for me lately . . . and I've been complaining about them a lot and doing not much of anything else. I collapse here and there, wonder what life would be like if things weren't how they are now, and pity myself some more. But what in the great name of the flying spaghetti monster is that doing for me?! No matter how much I complain and pity myself for all the things that aren't as I think they should be none of it is ever going to change if I spend my life sprawled out in the gutter. So despite physical pain and ailments and various mental hang ups I know I have to move foreword. It's easy to get stuck in a cycle of depr