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[summercomfort]

the mere knowledge of real life angst is scary.

Soup is godly. Supposedly, so is FDR.

You know how you're in a car and the other cars are going faster than you, so you feel like you're going backwards? Exactly.

Once again I've underestimated my consumption rate of fish jerky.

Home is a lot closer this year. So is the new and unknown.

Making new cool friends = good. hope for mankind! Sushu! (yes, I can socialize. Occassionally)

No, I will not whore myself out to the local Sunday Chinese School.

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Comments

[eptified.livejournal.com]

Ecstatic fender gender blender.

So...I have this story with animal people saved up somewhere, too. Deconstruction of the medium and all that. How do you feel about drawing anthromorphic cats and doggies and mice? Or better yet - choice between drawing a slight indian teenager with shiny black hair and soulful eyes passed out in a pile of books and muttering to himself, or a rather morose catgirl in jeans and a sensible sweater walking down a suburban street in autumn and picking up a (normal) kitten to examine it? Those are images from the first pages of each. The latter is nicely drawn out, the first more active. I PROMISE I'll be more coherent about this when it isn't 3 AM, and get proper descriptions together and such, pending your reply.

[kitsuchan.livejournal.com]

Ooh, soup. I'm going to have to try this fish jerky that you Isaac love so much.