yelling, sweating, laughing

i have finally, after a pathetic year or so, set up my place the way it needs to be. my drafting table is looking fucking sweet:





i don't expect anyone to understand, but i'm stoked as hell.

also, i know you can't see what this is, but...




any bits of shine you see is the result of me and will's popcorn bag exploding it's fake buttery sploogeness all over the cup holder. the bottom of the bag was just obscene. but will was impressed when i asked the concession dude to layer. yeah it was prih cool.

also, been thinking about seeing how long i can go without cursing, in type or out loud...

i give myself two days max.