i know i said i was done drawing the old house, but i'm not, okay? here is my grandparent's bedroom. that is the actual color of the carpet that they commit to for 57 years in that room.


i was a jewish girl alone on christmas. tater tots better watch out.


dog love is a very, very specific kind. also, i couldn't surrender this mug to the dumpster, even though it is the ugliest, ever, of all mugs. how come things can suddenly become so precious and other things just don't?


it's just that for some reason i don't want to throw out the pencil shavings from this specific pencil. that's not that weird, right? so im keeping them in a jar. whatever. it's fine. here are the contents of my purse and some flags.


well, if i am going to have a blog where i show all of the private details of my life, eventually we'll have to get to menstruation, so, here it is. also, go read east of eden, right now.


i don't think i can ever consider myself a good artist until the scraps of paper i use to blot my paintbrushes on or mix paint on stop being better looking than my drawings themselves. isn't that little black strip i glued in here so handsome? stupid accident.


well, i've been drawing beets a lot, but i can't explain it, and i dont think you'd want me to try, even. but, rest assured, in case you were worried: all sorts of tiny scraps of paper scattered around my desk have small drawings and paintings of beets. i had started a much larger painting about beets, since i seem to be obsessed, but i think they are meant to be small and on scraps, for now.


i've been keeping my apartment stupidly cold. post-shower lagoon-monster is a side effect of this.


during my drive back from thanksgiving in new york, i listened to a whole lot of history podcasts, leading to a very strange and surprising interest/obsession with royal families and their quirks. i was really extra interested in catherine the great, who married peter the third. he was, apparently, totally weird, childish and into toy guns. he was eventually sent to prison where he died mysteriously, and many people believe catherine had him poisoned there. i'm interested in murderous women.


im glad my friends stay friends with me. usually i am a big old sack of crazy, as illustrated in these comics, and they stand by me and even support me. which maybe makes them as nuts as i am. the one called "easily freaked" ties in with the one called "irrational towards eleanor", from the last post. hi, eleanor! thank you for staying my friend. sorry i hate it when you shiver.