listlessness

humidsweaty summer sweetness, here you are.
sometimes i want to do everything, so much so that i do...
NOTHING.
And it's wonderful!

Late-night television is awesome...most notably infomercials.







Close-up of the ewok dog


There's an ewok in my yard!


no comment


you can find slutty halloween costumes displayed in the thrift store.


Worn-out wiener pet on the deck.


Another tired wiener, resting by the grill.


DRAWIN'


i was working on this.


the aftermath.

also of note:
strange, horrible dreams involving sea creatures (an octopus, angelfish, siamese fighting fish, eel) swimming in the toilet of an abandoned house that creepy people are lurking/sort of living in.
(illustration to follow)

-k

the transitive property

transcribed conversation from tonight:

me: really, i just wanted an excuse to eat ketchup. i want lots of ketchup. if i could eat ketchup alone,i would.

anonymous other: see, i could eat mustard alone.

me: ew, i couldn't.

anonymous other: well, i mean not ALONE. but like...without anything else.

me: essentially, we're all alone...always. in everything we do.

anonymous other: oh...

me: so, by the transitive property of ketchup, i am always alone.


















good night.