MERRY CHRISHMASH: Or Why Sarah Should Not Have Sticky Notes
So it's Christmas Eve, 3:00 in the morning, and I just finished playing some Metroid. Watching infomercials I spy a few post-its on the table. Feeling the muse run through me, I grabbed a pen and began to draw. Oh yeah, I was pretty drunk at the time.
I woke a couple hours later staring at my drawings and wondering what the hell I did. I'm sure it all made sense at one point, but that's really hard to tell. I don't consider myself much of an artist, but this shit...yeah.
So it started with Metroid stuff, because that was fresh on my mind, but then it wandered into Wake territory. I'm very sorry.
The text says "I WANTED WAFFLES"
Merry Christmas, Wake. If anything, this is a holiday lesson. Idefk.
I woke a couple hours later staring at my drawings and wondering what the hell I did. I'm sure it all made sense at one point, but that's really hard to tell. I don't consider myself much of an artist, but this shit...yeah.
So it started with Metroid stuff, because that was fresh on my mind, but then it wandered into Wake territory. I'm very sorry.
The text says "I WANTED WAFFLES"
Merry Christmas, Wake. If anything, this is a holiday lesson. Idefk.