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Right now there's a moth, like, buzzing around near the desk and yeah, I have to keep an eye on it, so it doesn't touch me with its BUZZY MOTH WINGS but after all the old lady chit-chat about medications and leg shaving, I have been productive.
So let's say they ran into a photographer and (eventually) sold 50,000 albums. (With this crap? Omigod.) No warnings, G-rated, only one person with their clothes on, oh, yeah, really boring, but GOSH is there a lot of sparkle. (Did I go overboard?)
This was wonderful practice for drawing Roy's hair. I think I'm out of the woods on that one.
So let's say they ran into a photographer and (eventually) sold 50,000 albums. (With this crap? Omigod.) No warnings, G-rated, only one person with their clothes on, oh, yeah, really boring, but GOSH is there a lot of sparkle. (Did I go overboard?)
This was wonderful practice for drawing Roy's hair. I think I'm out of the woods on that one.
