Just stop talking already

I'm hungry, always. Not so much lately though. I don't know what's going on.. The long walk to the kitchen.. I go to the fridge... open it.. Oh, Cheddar, My favorite. I cut the mold from the cheese. Damn. I make myself a snack. I know I will be hungry again in an hour. Just like I'm hungry for him. Why do I continue to eat molded cheese? Isn't penicillin good for you? I have no idea. Is he good for me to be around? But fucking, that's different. Right.. Probably not. Lie. Avoid. Sneak. Not qualities I can appreciate. But god damn the sex is good. So I deal with it. It doesn't matter anyway. He's just moldy cheese. Damn Taurus.

I'm wrapping up my latest drawings. On to coloring and shit. I think I'm going to develop a cartoon series. Why not. I have the characters... A skeleton, a fat turtle, a goldfish that wears chucks and floats around, A chupacabra, A goat (of course!), and some other shit. A vomiting horse, a sneaky owl, a mouse... I have to think of some stories. Broc might help. Whatever. Oh okay, Coffee shop is closing. Gotta run home and get some crayons! I'm going to a different coffee shop.. yess. It's finals week so they're open til 2, me thinks..

THEY GO IN ORDER, TOP TO BOTTOM, OLDEST TO NEWEST.