evil_dad

So my ex-wife emailed me last night. She's been monitering my sons emails, (as any good parent of an 11 year old should I think). And, well he decided to send himself this email:

*picking jaw up off of floor*
My kid?! My little boy, who doesn't even think twice about holding my hand in public?

My job's making me crazy. I'm a job steward so it's my job to represent the contract and the men and act as liaison between the two. In a nutshell, I'm a fucking negotiator for a bunch of personality conflicts.

Worked out a little too hard yesterday, I can hardly walk today. Used it as an excuse to take a day off today. And I used work stress as an excuse to eat an ice cream sandwich.

I actually had a pretty decent weekend home with my family, and things got better with the wifey. I bought a new x-box with the kinect and all that shit, like $600 later.... but that allowed me to bring my PS3 up to camp where I'm working so I can play that in the evenings.... but I should be drawing in the evenings.

I need to build up my portfolio.

Psychology corner... if I draw a pretty girl or a nude, and people see it, I sort of feel like I've been caught masturbating or something similar. It's a weird hang up. I bought a new sketch book on the weekend. I think I'm going to draw a nice full page vagina right on the first page, so if people flip through, they are like, "Oh, my!" right off the bat. Then anything else I do should seem tame.
I want to do another portrait piece, maybe an SG. Maybe my girlfriend, ScarJo. And then I want to finish designing my sleeves, then they can get started inking said sleeves.

Here's a tat I drew up for a guy at work.