Alright, so... I have this new art project. Me and the folks in my class are each supposed to come up with a children's book. Everyone knows that I should be banned from children. I personally hate them, I swear like a sailor, and 99.9% of the things I think of are either morbid or dirty. "I ain't sayin' its right, thats just how it is!"
Sorry, it was a Slingblade moment.
So, really this leaves two options... well two and a half.

First, I could do a scary book. Boo.

Second, I could do a kids book on sex (that would be funny stuff), but just so awkward that its like an instant NO. Maybe that'd be a good idea for someone shameless... like Dom. (you dont know him, but... Its just too much to type)

The "and a half"... James could write poems and i could draw to them. I don't really want to do that though... for other reasons, you know, those ones that have to do with morals?

Kiddie porn. Haha.

My dog, as i type this joyous piece of literature, is clawing at my leg repeatedly and whimpering while sneezing because she wants this little piece of pizza that I have on the desk. I'd give it to her, but my mom would yell at me.

Speaking of the dog... I taught her this cool trick. If you leave food hanging out of your mouth and bring her attention to it, she'll try to jump up and grab it. If you dont leave the food like... at least an inch from your lip, she'll take your lip with the food though... I like to tell people that I hate about that and leave out that little important detail. It makes me happy inside.

Well... not inside...

Awkward, new subject.

I'm having serious retardation problems. I cannot draw two people interacting. At all, whether they're screwing, dancing or stabbing the shit out of each other... its just not possible.

I'm practising though, so expect some retarded people that are dancing but really look like they're humping or something.

Great. Now She's in my lap. Damn dog.

So demanding. Good thing i already ate the little kibbles that were left... (its been there since yesterday... but I didnt want to throw it away because throwing things away is bad...)

Now the dog is smelling my breathe, almost as if she's trying to prove her theory. Wow.

I think i should go do something more productive.