Dear Mandi-chan ( Read more... )

Dearest Mandi-chan; Good friend Dirk,

I'm tired. There's no other word for it.

I don't know if it's depression or what, but the closer it gets to my birthday, the older and more worn down I feel. My hair line is receding. My teeth have become brittle. I don't have the energy or motivation to do the stuff I want (and occasionally, need) to do. I sleep ( Read more... )

Beloved,

( I think we both agree that we should be THIS close to each other in real life. )

Dude, I had an epiphany about my comic ( Read more... )

 Honey,

I've joined NanoWriMo. I am a part of the madness now. I will know the torment you suffer year after year.

Help me.

I have no idea what the hell I'm doing. They say that that's okay. Not to me. I like to plan things in advance (Too much, one might say. It's why I get so little done. Too busy planning and not doing). Here they just drop me ( Read more... )

 Have you ever had a character who has nothing to do with your current project stuck in your head and you don't know how to get rid of him?

I've got that.

His name is Beau, and the more I try to silence him the louder he speaks to me.

So far, he's told me his entire life story. He's had various names and aliases throughout his existence, not the least ( Read more... )

 Mandi-chan ( Read more... )

Hey Dirk ( Read more... )

Dearest Mandi-chan,

Some visiting family members saw a photo of you and asked if you were my girlfriend. I said yes.

Then I got grilled.

"Why you get with a white girl?" (I sincerely hope they were joking when they asked that. What did they want me to say? "They're exotic"? "They're usually more polite and better spoken than black women of my peers ( Read more... )

I'm getting my own apartment soon. Nothing major, just a nice affordable studio. I'll officially be living on my own. It's a sign of growing up ( Read more... )