i’m in a piss-ass mood…
ironically…”don’t worry, be happy” is playing on my radio.
but we all know how that ended….
i texted dusty today to let him know i think is a terrible idea for us to live together again in any context.
so then he called…and i said i was busy…and he said “please, please, please” and i said, “no.” but he kept insisting i talk to him.
so i got on the goddamned phone and told him he needs to start taking responsibility for his shit. that i am tired of rescuing him. that he needs to stop taking the easy route and start actually working for a future instead of fantasizing about one.
i’m just so fucking desperate that sometimes dusty seems like a good idea.
so fucking desperate….
and still my inktobers are getting lukewarm receptions.
so i’m just doing whatever the fuck because no one seems to notice either way.
the story of my life
if you think about it
i will be doing some dark & depressing memoir bullshit comics….