losing work stinks. most specifically, work that i actually had. losing work that i was gonna have stinks because anticipation is a great feeling but dissapointment is the very bad sinesto feeling that comes along and makes you sad. but losing work that you actually had and did work with and got paid with stinks. especially when comiccon is that weekend, and your cat is supposed to lose his awesomely huge testicles.
also, im sick of sickness. im hot but im not hot and my lungs are filled with buttery beets but i can breathe fine (woo). and there is this weird white shit everwhere outside and its cold. and wet. and i hate it. also, this morning some fucking nutbag woman was screaming outside my window. welcome to suburbia.
i also can’t fucking stop listening to christian bale being a douchebag. oh man actors are egotistical babies. new comic later. youre a nice guy, but dont trash my scene.