They're All Going to Laugh at You!
Thought I might share a little bit o my artwork with you all, since I talk about it some and will continue to talk about it. This is my self-portrait that I am extremely proud of. I had planned on inking the image, but I liked the rough look of the image- how you can see the beginnings of the picture behind the completed sketch. Leave a comment and tell me what you think!
I swear to god, everybody is out to get me. I guess it comes with being the secret master of the world. Once people figure it out, they figure they can claim the title by taking me out. Rather, they think they can attain the title by humiliating me constantly.
My manager Ben seems to have it out for me, in particular. He takes every moment he can to make fun of me, make me do the monkey jobs, or jest at my misfortunes. His shall be a slow and painful death, this I swear! All kidding aside, I really don't mind. Ben's actually a really cool dude and take a hit as well as he an dish them out. I don't take myself that seriously, if at all, so if people wanna poke fun at me that's cool cause I can get a laugh out of it, too. So long as I have a good woman to inflate my ego after it takes a bruising, it's all good.
Which I do. Every night now I come home to this beautiful vision and wonder, "How did you ever pick me?" My friends say I deserve it, but I know that she's too good for me now. Will that stop me from adoring her and appreciating the time she ives to me? Hell no! I'll take advantage of the situation, hoping that my feelings for her are enough to keep her satisfied.
Ohh, one good thing did come out of work yesterday. The guy who wrote on my drawing came up to me and apologized for ruining my picture. That's really all I needed to hear, so I forgave him and shoke his hand.
Last night, I got home and she had made chicken teriyaki, fried rice, and egg rolls. She made the egg rolls from scratch! Ashley is officially a better cook then I am, I don't have that sort of dedication. After that we cuddled and turned on the Daily Show, a nightly ritual for us now so long as "other things" don't distract us from watching it. I laid out on the couch, one leg dangling over the side, and she leans back into my arms, holding my hand to her heart. To me, that's one of the most romantic things a person can do- I guess I really am a hopeless romantic. ^^;
Today is "Whatshername's" birthday, so I am debating calling her to wish her such. I wouldn't bother, except we are being civil with each other again. Is it really worth my time to reach out to this person who killed a part of me? Probably not, so more than likely I won't be calling. I'll burn her a copy of Gorillaz - Demon Days and give it to her Sunday as a belated gift, though since she sent all the gifts I had already given her back I don't think she even deserves that much effort. Well, not all of them; she felt secure in keeping all the CD's that I gave her. Anyway, I really shouldn't care and frankly I don't, I would just rather avoid issues in the work place.