Back of postcard reads:
Dear Tumblr,
This week: my roommate got a stalker, I dressed up as a farmer for four days in a row, heard the ‘I’m washing my hair’ excuse in two completely separate situations (yes, one of them was while watching Back To The Future II), actually uttered the sentence ‘And, like, Prometheus, or whatever’, did the right thing and bought coffee for everyone, not just me, and bought all the ingredients to make Pavlova.
I feel I’ve been neglecting you. I’m so, so sorry. Can you ever forgive me?
Charlie ‘Short Talks’ Allison
And then there’s this totally weird doodle of some sort of beast dancing, maybe.
Jealous!
One of my roommates bought a stupid amount of candy to give to the like 4 kids who live in our neighbourhood, and then another one of my roommates made me actually leave the house in costume and come back and knock on the door just to get a second mini chocolate bar at like 10 p.m., when all 4 neighbourhood kids are clearly already in bed and not coming back for seconds.
She actually made me start over for forgetting to say ‘trick or treat’.
I got a GIANT package from my mother full of candy!
The note reads:
Happy Halloween!
Please share this candy with work / friends so you won’t go into diabetic coma.
Love you,
Mom
boredom bedroom
Writing in a quantity over quality type situation has made me conscious of exactly one thing: the stupid amount of typos I make.
In other news: I am greatly in need of good names for minor characters! Feel free to send any recommendations my way!
Also: I’m so so sorry if this is totally uninteresting to you, I’m sort of going for the ‘the more people I tell, the more guilty and miserable I’ll feel if I fail or give-up’ approach which is probably not a good idea and also what am I doing on Tumblr?
Glovehands; you can never pick your nose, ever again. And you’ll have to use your toes to work that trackpad.
Just keep on smirking in ignorance and abject terror, finish that bottle of wine your woefully hungover roommate offered you. That stupid cardigan won’t protect you from your dumb decisions. You can’t hide from them in well lit coffee shops or empty libraries or the green shag carpet of your room.
(I decided to try NaNoWriMo! Weeeeeee!)
Something I’ve learned since moving into the only thermostat-less room in a giant house:
Not looking ridiculous < WOOL.
Working on a story book for my kid cousins! I’ve been messing around with inks all evening, putting off a paper due tomorrow…
What do you think of these rough character designs?
