Deviations

So last night there was drinking and and my bear friend helped me watch Troo Beartective. Did we have a good time? Yes. FRONK WHY

gotobedyouaretoodrunk

And when the gas runs out, just wreck it; you insured the thing

Guhhh; I'm editing redbubble stuff and it's like pulling teeth. My AMAZING ROOMMATE/blood coven timestream sistriss of the dark arts is wielding her powerful kitchen magics and the house smells fucking amazing. I have been drawing things? For....plaaaaannnns maybe???

It's been a weird week. At work today a guy was having some trouble respecting my personal space -- standing very close to me even if I stepped away a bit, that kind of thing. At one point his hand kind of bumped into my ass a little, which could have been (and hopefully was) accidental (it was crowded in the store, I stopped somewhat abruptly and he was following me very closely) -- but then he was kind of...staring at my shirt intensely at one point when I was looking something up for him. So that was weird.
OH, AND ON MONDAY SOME OTHER WEIRD STUFF HAPPENED, but unfortunately that is a longer story. Tuesday was also crazy in strange ways? I'm just gonna reiterate my first statement again ok.

They cut my shift at work tomorrow (only 4 hours). I'm going to finish sorting through the mess of old papers and junk that has devoured my floor. In the meantime DRAWBOT CONTINUES TO DRAW BEEP BOOP BEEP



Her lonely boat fated to float aimlessly
midstream, weary with sadness, drifting.

Her hold overflowing with duty and feeling,
bow rocked by storms, adrift and wandering.

She rows on, not caring who tries to dock,
sails on, not caring who tries the rapids.

Whoever comes on board is pleased
as she plucks her guitar, sad and drifting.