I stare at my reflection in the Tim Horton’s glass and see a greasy-haired middle aged man with a well-defined handlebar mustache staring back at me from the other side.
memo to myself: do the dumb things i gotta do. touch the puppet head.
i’ve been trying to explain this sketch to people for years
man, remember all the good times?
learning new things in Illustrator is so exciting.
i’m not gonna miss the cold but i’m gonna miss sweaters.
for those of you with mono.
Made a list of pros and cons. Pretty much seals the deal.
Every Monday and Friday I have to call the bank to place a coin order for work, so I wrote a poem about it.
It’s only been half an hour and I’ve already had to show an Italian convict around the store. He’s going to jail for the weekend and wants some movies: White House Down (“House White Down”), Man of Steel (“New Superman”), and “something the wife would like”.
Fuckin’ Pat Boone stealing Little Richard’s music.
and just like that,
5 weeks left to go.
Parents Just Don’t Understand