oh, and no one cares about what you ate for breakfast.
no one’s up that early, anyway.

It’s a good thing I’m not a surgeon… a lot of people would die on the operating table while I was off finding my happy place.

See, back in the day, “myspace” was a place that everyone used to blog, and post pictures of themselves from strange angles, and annoy people with music they liked a little too much, and assault peoples eyes with stupid flash widgets and glittery things that took forever to load.

Those were the days… RIP, myspace.

I’m so tired right now… I don’t even know if this makes sense.

I’m trying my best to forget everything that happened before broadband. Booze seems to help…

Have you ever wanted to be in a friends webcomic? Think twice about asking, because this is the sorta thing that happens when my friends ask that question.

And if you’re wondering, yes, those are real tweets. And they all happened within like 2 days. *eye-twitch*

How’d I know she was an internet pornstar?

Why through rigorous research of course. [link = NSFW... duh]

He’d do it too. In videogame land, you can kill anyone who shatters your dreams. It’s legal there.

…except maybe for old people. And babies. They’ll take any kinda teeth they can get.

Personally, I can’t wait until we have an even better technology than bluetooth. That way I can fake being on the phone to get out of any awkward situation/conversation. And not just have to revert to my innate ability to make people think I’m crazy by screaming nonsense. Although, it does work well…

People on twitter have lost their freaking mind and have started hashtagging EVERYTHING. I don’t care how many people are tweeting about jesus or cats or whatever. Save the hashtags for real, important stuff… like, uh, webcomics…

(also, say hi to my palm pre. thats him. in the comic. up there. ain’t he adorable?!)