put your shirt back on

ME: (walking barefoot b/c fuck shoes)
COWORKER: You're going to catch a cold.
ME: Haha, no, I really won't.

LATER

ME: (throwing away empty soda cans)
ANOTHER COWORKER: Diet soda is bad for you, you know!
ME: Thanks. Never heard that one, before.

LATER

ME: (smoking a menthol b/c fuck you)
YET ANOTHER COWORKER: Smoking is so bad for you.
ME: Fuck off before I put this out in your eye.


All of this went down, today. True story, you guys. So, here's a drawing to vent my frustration.

::fumes::

Because once I'm riled up about something, I can't not express myself constructively and artistically.

It's my curse, I'm afraid.

So, somehow, I got my drawing mojo back.

Yes, the mojo that's been missing since my triumphant return from France, more than a year ago.

And I remember something.

Drawing is HAAAAAAAARD. ::whines&complains::

But anyway.