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Smarty Pants: Run, run for it! Why aren't you running?
Procrastination: Oh, you wanted me to run now? I was going to do that later.
Smarty pants: Too late. Your dead.
Procrastination: What happened?!
Smarty pants: The zombie dinosaur ate you. I'm sorry, but you should have listened to me.
Procrastination: but...but... it is so hard to do stuff. I try, but then I get overwhelmed and don't know where to start, and then I don't do anything.
Smarty pants: Baby steps.
Procrastination: What about Bob right?
Smarty pants: totally
Procrastination: Yah, I watched that instead of doing my work the other day. It was awesome.
Smarty pants: Want to go watch it right now?
Procrastination: if it means all I have to do is sit on my ass, then YES!
My old car named big mama, a 1992 Toyota previa, is no longer. She reliably took me on many a trip, acquiring over 200,000 miles traveled along the way. She drove strong to the very end. (I gave her up to acquire a newer, more fuel efficient car.) The other day I found myself petting the steering wheel, holding back tears as I told her how much I loved her. True story. My family had this car since I was a kid, and I inherited it in High School. The memories I had in that car were many and wonderful.
Cool Camp travels
dance parties
'tempted by the fruit of another' sing-along
Frisbee Tournaments
Family trips to school
So long my dear big mama. I love you.
This weekend will be filled with friends. I am going to have lunch with one of my oldest friends and go to a party for my friend the Goblin who is moving to DC. Come to think of it, they are both old friends.
The image above is a portrait of me and my friend. Just kidding. It is the creepy shining girls. 'Come play with us Danny, forever, and ever.'
They are not my friends. They may not come to my birthday party, and I will not play with them forever and ever...okay, maybe just one game.
I attended a gnome wedding last weekend. They would not allow me to take any pictures since they are not supposed to exist. Lame. I had to content myself with drawing pictures of the ceremony. I accidentally stepped on, and killed, this snail shortly after drawing this picture. My bad.
A wise person once said, 'Women with black eyes are awesome.' I couldn't agree more wise person, couldn't agree more. So it just so happens I have a black eye...interesting, did not see that coming.
I wish I could take a stroll in the above drawing. Anyone have a magic spell that will turn me into a drawing so that I can enter into illustrations? If you do, let me know on the down low. C-Bear out.
This is Larry...or is it? I have named him Larry, but I am not quite sure I like the name. Let me know if you have any other suggestions. Perhaps Wilbert or George? Anyway, I am a little in love with him; although, I am conflicted. Can I really love someone named Larry? I just don't know.
