Honestly, some days I love my job, its so freaking fun and I don't even want to leave....and then some days I want to punch someone in the face. Not even a metaphor, I have to restrain myself. But that's Starbucks I guess. One day its amazing, then the next its a steamy pile of crap. You never really know what its going to be going into it. And I'm going into it not even half awake at 4am 6 days a week so.... BUT I have some really amazing coworkers that always seem to make me laugh hysterically even when things are sucking royally. Our crazy voices and singing over the headset makes it all worth it, and the weird looks I get when telling people their totals in my best kermit the frog voice is basically the only reason I'm still sane.... ish.... xD
But anywho you guys could care less about all that.
I always feel like a kid who forgot their homework after a few months of not posting anything and come onto my journal like "I'm drawing I swear... I just... keep forgetting to show you guys because... life... and job... and stuff...".... it kinda starts sounding like "I swear Mrs. Jones I did my homework, but a boy on the bus took it then threw it at a cat he saw out the window. Also my dog ate my science project."
I'll post more crap soon I swear.... when I want to. So suck it. I'm busy. Go away. Not that anyone has been pestering me for new drawings anyways. I just like to pretend that someone does. There's a short stubby man inside my conscience wearing a dA t-shirt yelling at me constantly to post more of my drawings. I want him to shut up, but I also want to eat dinner and watch cartoons. So good night