Sunday, October 26, 2008

New Comic

I fucking hate the MBTA.

Thursday, October 23, 2008

Yo dawgs!

So, here in the land of the Jazzebration there has been a lot going on. The comedy troupe of which I am a member is working with a guy who created a show that was real popular, let's just call it... Amigos. That dude is a bag of undisclosable contents (he probably reads stuff like this, he's a self-important twat) and I am really beginning to hope for the worst for him. Your humble blogger also has a job now (duh.) It isn't really bad at all, but for some reason I get all anxious and shit just thinking about it. I think having jobs in High School with bosses who got off on being absolute pricks to people a third their age got to me a little bit. I seriously don't want to go to work. Also, 32 hours is FAR TOO MANY HOURS for a FULL TIME STUDENT to work. Anyway, I'm all anxiety-ridden and still kind of realing from a certain trip to a certain midwestern city. Whatever. Not all of this needs to be made public. Expect a new webcomic on Sunday. It's all written and sketched by hand, I just need to do it in paint. Anyway, I am going to anxiety-ify until I fall asleep.

Tuesday, October 21, 2008

Work

Is it bad that I actually fear the idea of going to work tomorrow? Man, fuck working so hard. Everyone who reads this should start giving me money. Email me and we can work out a payment plan.

Sunday, October 19, 2008

The Funniest Fucking Thing Ever


So today, as I was walking through the Public Gardens, I saw the funniest thing ever. A girl who was no older than 6 seemed to be feeding a squirrel. Upon closer examination, she was not holding food in her hand, but a rolled up dollar bill.

Wednesday, October 15, 2008

Work can suck my DICK!

You know it's funny. I need money, like, a lot of it. Paying for an apartment is a lot more expensive than I had originally realized, and so is eating. But all that considered, I hate the idea that I have work today. Like, HATE it. I think we should petition whoever controls this type of shit to make sure that I have exactly enough money to get everything I want and need. I'd get on that, but I have to work.