My survey wall for the semester. BUT GUYS. SIX OF MY PIECES WERE GIVEN RED EXCEPTIONAL SLIPS. THEY THINK I’M EXCEPTIONAL.
HEAVEN TAKE ME NOW
(The red slips mean the department wants to enter the designated pieces in national illustration competitions. It’s a huge honor.)
A guy just walked in with this shirt on
The part of me that is a mature adult knows it is a stylized rendering of two sail boats.
The rest of me just sees a butt on banana skis.
Guy, why do you own this shirt? Where did it come from? Is it an ironic hipster statement or just one of those shirts you see at Goodwill or in your dad’s closet and just go “Well, it’s mine now”? Can I please have it?
No seriously. That beginning bit was an actual conversation with my roommate. Her reasoning was that Loki has basically taken over my life anyway (he’s my cosplay for NYCC and a part of my updated Norse gods senior project) so I should just marry him. He’s emotionally distant, needy, manipulative, violent, and self absorbed. You know, everything you’d ever want in a man.
THIS IS A TOTALLY LOGICAL PROGRESSION.