Le homework. I think my professor actually might have liked it? Which is neat. An illustration for a hypothetical Maxim article on phobias, this specifically being fear of gaining weight. (Specifically from ordering too much take-out, I guess.) I guess my delusions that I’m getting better at depicting gender are off, since despite him having a little penis there was still some confusing as to the paranoids gender. MAYBE EVERYTHING IS SECRETLY A SELF PORTRAIT? I know that I personally have an embarrassingly permanent stack of pizza boxes constantly mounting and toppling over in my kitchen.

i wish my lj were emo so it would cut itself

I’m also sick of feeling I need to justify being shallow and vain, as if it’s any more petty than a desire for talent or money or love or acceptance or family. and i’m sick of pretending to like “grown-up food” because all my friends want sushi and beer, and all i want are fries and a milkshake.

I’m starting a new thing to hate pretending at, and trying things that are more “modern illustration” looking. It’s fun but not my thing, but i guess i’m going to keep doing it slightly differently until i figure out some other way to be boring?