Last night, I had this terrifying dream that Brad Pitt was trying to kill me. I mean, he wanted me dead, and it doesn't sound that scary, but he had guns and million dollar good looks!
It was actually to the point of being a nightmare. Seriously.
Jesse/Brian OTP!
Yes, those light blue blobs are supposed to be Moz and Marr. The shirt had lots of folds, and I was working with a two-colour palette! I can't be blamed.
I'm a pretty happy girl, though. I got instant coffee and sunblock. My mom wouldn't buy me this totally bad ass metre-tall miniature lighthouse, though. I swear, the minute I move out, I'm getting one of those things!
Also... If anyone has/knows where I can find Brand New's live Modest Mouse covers, those would be very, very greatly appreciated. I could pay you back in sex, or... art, or something.
Yep. Lots of topics I need to cover, here. I don't know why.
I need more coffee.