The Joy Formidable.

Fun song. Also I sometimes have problems with insomnia. Fun fact. Twinsies.

Indubitably.

Usually bugs are really gross. Spidery ones are the worst, though. Just looking at one or listening to people talk about them can basically send me into a panic attack. Fun fact.

Today we're British.

Okay, so this bugger and the next few are going to be sideways because they're little twats and just refuse to be any other way. Whatever. I suppose this could be my initial artistic intention. Although it did piss me off for quite a while they just are born this way so I guess I can't really discriminate. Tossers.

Theatre.

I'd much rather chase my dreams and make an adventure of trying to get by than hate myself and have security in my life. It probably helps that I don't fear death. If I die on the streets of New York as a hobo trying to make it as a Broadway actress I can die peacefully knowing that I tried as hard as freaking possible.  If I fail I better fall on my face in front of the entire theatre community rather than giving up way back in college. If I fail I better be going down in history as the most determined, most ridiculously driven, and largest laughing stock in theatre.

Written April 29, 2012:

"I've come to hate 'this too shall pass' just as much as 'you choose to be happy' because as long as my heart beats depression will be somewhere inside of me hiding." 

Sun.

A nice little note to self. Also the photograph frames this sketch well. I'm quite proud of myself if I do say so myself. I like redundancy. Once again, why the hell not?