muppetchrist

I don't wanna' go to the gym. I'm going out drinking, though, and that's a calorie bomb straight to my gut. Why can't I just store excess pounds in my ass instead of having to build up my cheeks with squats?

What a hell of a week. I don't even really know where to begin. I felt down most of the week, and frankly, I'm sick of it. The single life is somewhat lonely, though I'm staying focused and motivated. Somehow. I feel like I'm taking an emotional beating from all sides every day, but here we are at the end of the week, and I'm feeling alright.

I've been drawing quite a bit this week. I'm not necessarily the biggest fan of the piece that follows, but it was a sketch that I drew in the initial days of A and I being together that she'd said she'd liked. Last night, she said, as a throw-away comment, "Draw me something." I've been dealing with trying to put her behind me. She's with someone else now; she's spending every weekend in his bed from dawn to dusk. She's coming home and complaining about how sore she is. So I remembered the sketch and finished it. I didn't modify it in any way, didn't try and correct the horrific shape of the face. Just drew it, trying to exorcise ghosts that wanna' live inside me rent free for hell knows how long.