yikes! so i got a new job as a barista. i hate it. i haven't had the time/energy to do much art since i was rushed back into employment but now i'm on the verge of a mental breakdown so here's some autobiographical comix.

this is in a moleskine sketchbook i got like two and a half years ago that i haven't touched since then. i feel so guilty drawing anything less than a masterpiece in something so expensive but i ran out of paper, and life is fucking chaos anyway, so does it matter.