Flubber flubber
Feb. 6th, 2003 06:08 pmRachie just left. We spent the afternoon trolling round town then came back here and just ate the single most gigantic amount of junk food. Danish pastries, cream buns, pringles, jammy dodgers and Strongbow... still have donuts downstairs but we were both a little too full to finish those off.
*urps*
Man, good job we don't do that too often, I think I put on a couple of stone just thinking about it.
My bed's covered in bloody crumbs now though. Danish pastries are not the neatest thing to eat.
Other stuff... in town today I managed to find me a battle-scarred Evo Wolvie figure and a really big book of naked blokes. Cause you can never have enough source material and drawing people is really damned hard when you don't have a model.
Hence book of naked people.
Evo Wolvie I bought because I don't already have this one and he's all cute and covered in bloodied scratches.
Here's today's random thought... why is it so embarassing going into a bookstore and buying a big book of naked people when you're on your own, yet really not a big deal when you go with fellow artists? I'm assuming it's because you can remove the big perv lable from your solitary purchaing by standing around discussing the artistic potential in a really loud voice XP
Though I swear the bloke at the counter was smirking at me.
Though this I am used to strangely... Only so many times you can blush your way out of a bookstore wuth naked people in your bag. Eventually you just don't care.
Hmm, on the sugar crash... now I just want to sleep.
*urps*
Man, good job we don't do that too often, I think I put on a couple of stone just thinking about it.
My bed's covered in bloody crumbs now though. Danish pastries are not the neatest thing to eat.
Other stuff... in town today I managed to find me a battle-scarred Evo Wolvie figure and a really big book of naked blokes. Cause you can never have enough source material and drawing people is really damned hard when you don't have a model.
Hence book of naked people.
Evo Wolvie I bought because I don't already have this one and he's all cute and covered in bloodied scratches.
Here's today's random thought... why is it so embarassing going into a bookstore and buying a big book of naked people when you're on your own, yet really not a big deal when you go with fellow artists? I'm assuming it's because you can remove the big perv lable from your solitary purchaing by standing around discussing the artistic potential in a really loud voice XP
Though I swear the bloke at the counter was smirking at me.
Though this I am used to strangely... Only so many times you can blush your way out of a bookstore wuth naked people in your bag. Eventually you just don't care.
Hmm, on the sugar crash... now I just want to sleep.