So hey it's me! I feel like I haven't posted on here sense my wee regretful period of life. It's like 12:14 on a school night right now but I just got the spark, you know? When my muse erupts who am I to question.
One awful thing my muse has done to me and make me draw pretty much all day every day. It's like my muse is training my for the art WWC. My muse is the over confidant trainer rubbing my shoulders telling me I'm gonna be a star and I'm like "please sir, let me go home."
Other than that I've also been making patches, and because it's America and I'm queer so that alone entitles me to an Etsy account. But they aren't like cute artsy patches of little birds, oh no, you all should know better. My most popular patch it done on what ever fabric is near me, usually writen in sharpie, and say only this:
"Mothman is real and he tried to suck my dick"
My brother is so supportive he pup one of those bad boys on his jacket. Have fun in collage, Alex.
Speaking of West Virginia, I went there over the summer. It's awful. Holy shit. I didn't even need to stay in it for very long. We were forced to pass through on our way to Delaware (which is so much fucking better than West Virginia). We stopped at a Waffle House like 4 hours into our drive with out knowing better. We were in a West Virginia Waffle House at 2:45 am and the following things happened to us:
My friend Haley went to the bathroom and came out and wouldn't talk about what she saw.
Haley ordered a disgusting french toast abomination (which she spilled all over herself while driving just like I fucking told her she would)
We were all very scared because our two female friends who are dating sat next to each other and the rest of us were scared someone would smell us out and lecture us about original sin.
A very cute girl was working their and I almost winked at her then I remembered I was in West Virginia.
In the parking lot there were four white men were in an OFF, not moving, roofless Jeep all pretty much just yelling gibberish at us (not even really cat calling just yelling).
After our stay in Delaware (and Haley spilling like four more things on herself while driving. Like she honestly thought she could cleanly eat a fucking Popsicle while driving a car), we tried very hard to not have to go through West Virginia again, but none of us know how to use a GPS very well so we were forced to skirt along West Virginia for 5 HOURS. I didn't know "run away" trucks were a things but hey, if it's awful and scary and shouldn't exist, you bet West Virginias got it.
Anyway hi I'm back
