Fart Art Fat Arse

Its funny how it only occurred to me, now, that this week was meant to be a holiday. First, it totally didn't turn out to be one (the polar opposite in fact) and second it didn't even feel like one. And now, i really need to go shopping :( Not that i can anyway, with only 4 and a small bit of my drawings completed.

I realised I've increasingly been having problems with sentence structure and syntax as well; maybe it's because I've completely forsaken reading the newspaper, boo. And Hitler's Pope was so unbearable i've given up a second time and am lending it to deb to read first :(

It's not been a good week but sunny moments make up for periodic rain. Rain encompassing %$&@ menstruation and flu ( Haha metaphorical rain?) Or maybe the ever cliched INTERNAL TURMOIL, ZOMMGG ARGHH.


Ze Voodoo Katz.






Hairpee :)






I aim to get my fat arse out by 930. DAMN THAT WAS 2 MINUTES AGO.