k-squared.

This work of art (Fatso, remember this joke? HAHAHA.) reflects the true inner personalities in the photo.

And...

Why, yes indeed Joanna, I am totally implying that you are a rat in this photo.

How's that for passive-aggressive?

HAHAHAHAHA I joke. I joke. :x


Or...am I?

30 minutes of work. Probably.

The silvery glow of moonlight soaked into his skin, penetrating every inch of skin exposed to the skies above. Petals of blood red parted and bloomed into a wistful smile, laced with pain and grit. Bellied by his grief, knifed deep into his gut and twisted. Each breath a molten trail down his throat; each breath of pain, of agony, of betrayal, of irrational anger.

~*~

Both works in progress, there's a bigger version of the picture in Facebook.

People are finally coming back. Missed you guys :D

I miss: complaining about the songs on your iPod, our random conversations about 'everything, and nothing at all,' planning and never doing, wearing your clothes, pretending to be a rock star with Whitney Houston playing in the background, my futile attempts to beat you at arm wrestling, your piggyback rides down the stairs.

I need: a hug, those cinnamon rolls, your blanket tucked under my feet, House playing on my laptop, bars of chocolate hidden in that drawer, a good cry on your shoulder, you to tell me that it's 'gonna be okay.'

Get your ass back here right now.

Please?

Mankind really disgusts me sometimes.

RIP Baby Peter.

Go to hell, you monsters.

First driving lesson tomorrow. I'll have to wake up at some ungodly hour...like 8am.

Personally, I worry for my driving instructor.

Here's to hoping I don't fail too badly.