All posts tagged Drawing
Comfort
My boyfriend is sick. And lives in DC. And I wish I could help him feel better. Blah.
Sad lunch lungs
Today, I quickly ran downstairs to Kayak’s for lunch.
And, when I was getting water, I glanced out the window and noticed the barista I have thus far deemed as my favorite because of her geeky, sweet personality. She was puffing on a cigg, and something along the lines of this image popped in my head:
And then I felt sad. The end.
Murine 5
I’ve been thinking for awhile that if Mickey Mouse were a rockstar, he’d be Adam Levine. Adam is gentle yet piercing. His sound’s bright yet impish, like blueberry pancakes on a Sunday morning with the lingering scent of last night’s cigarettes.
I think Mickey could rep this vibe— don’t underestimate him. He may be sweet, but that rodent’s a poppin’ 83 years old and bound to have an edgy side, a few thrilling tales. He’s got to be hiding tattoos from his Steamboat Willie days. There’s no question about it. I mean, let’s be honest here.
And look at that sassy Minnie. I question if Minnie’s his “Stutter” fantasy girl or a “Wake Up Call” nasty little freak. (I feel oddly sacrilegious writing this, but I will not delete it.) Yep. I think she’s an untamed freak-a-squeak, and you all know it.
The end. I just reached a new level of weirdness. No, I haven’t been smoking anything. I’m just strange.