This is my life.

Q: Did I do this last night after chopping peppers?
A: Yes.

I haven't updated in a while. I will soon. I swear. I've just been busy.
Here, this may hold you over. I want this to be my next tattoo.

I got REEEEEALLY bored at work.

I've been on a really big Lemuria kick recently.

Lets not kid ourselves here - nobody likes Moby.

I started a new job as a front desk and retail consultant at a high end salon, so I have a lot of time for doodling. Unfortunatly, they're not that funny. Aaaand they're mostly salon related. I'm not funny anymore. (Who am I kidding? I was never funny.) I'll get inspiration again soon, I hope. Until then, I'll leave you with what I did today.




Lords fruit




HAPPY BIRTHDAY, DEANNA GORDON! This is how I envision my friend's birthday panning out.




One of the stylists at the Salinger wanted a caricature. This is all I got.

Oh, if you're concerned about my negligence on this blog(HA!), you can follow me on Twitter and Instagram. I have more uninteresting things to say and do at both of those sites.

Twitter: http://twitter.com/iequaldiabetes

Instagram username:
iequaldiabetes


Now, I know what you're thinking: "But Katie what about Facebook?"

And I know what you're REALLY thinking:
"No one even reads your blog."

The answer to both:
1) You're probably already my friend on Facebook, and if you're not, leave me a comment about it and I'll find you.
2) I WASN'T TALKING TO YOU ANYWAY.
3) I, like most people with Internet access, crave a certain level of digital attention. That being said, follow my numerous social accounts.

So, life has drastically changed for me in the last week. God willing, I'll be a resident of Philadelphia in no more than 7 months and will finally be able to start my life with my big, hairy boyfriend. Is my current situation ideal? No, but I'll make the best of it and I promise more drawings soon. Lord knows I'll have the time. Until then, I leave you with my new favorite item that I own.




The dreams that I wish will be coming true. Feel me?

Love,
Katie

In light of my last post, I can truly say I'm really glad to be in touch with my past.

I think all too much about the past recently. I'm not sure how I feel about it.

Maybe it's because I drew more.

But probably not.

That clock appeared pretty quickly in-between the hours of 4 and 9 AM. I live near some kindly burglars.

Life needs a little color.



And soul-crushing reminders that some omniscient power truly hates worms.

WOOOO! PARTY TIME WITH THE SMELLIEST, AND NOW SLUTTIEST, RODENT EVER!!!

A ferret tall tee would solve this problem instantly.

True torment would be when he tells you that in hell, all they listen to is the Elliot Smith's "Los Angeles" on repeat.

Ugh, not this guy again. I GET IT! YOU REALLY CONSIDER THE 90'S TO BE A DEFINITIVE TIME IN AMERICA! MUSICALLY, IT WAS KIND OF COOL, BUTS THAT'S ALL YOU GOT! THE 90'S WERE BASICALLY THE 80'S BUT WITH MORE FLANNEL AND ANGST!
Reality Bites and Empire Records aren't the end all and be all of cinema, so stop dressing like an idiot.

That flower is a whore and she wants it. Don't go spreading your petals everywhere and not expect the unwanted attention, daffodil! You're asking for it!

I decided to stop resizing pictures. The newest update to my blogging app makes them look strange. In no way will this affect any of you. Mainly because there's 11 of you aaaaand I'll assume this blog means very little to you. That being said, I had a slow day at work.... Soooo PICTURES!!!

Also, I'm gonna level with you 11 people: I forgot I had this blog for a while. MY BAD.

Do you get it? If not, it's because you're an ignorant, dirty, American dog and I spit on you.

Being a derby girl does not make you sexy. Just so you know.