i swear my legs are going to atrophy and fall off just to have something to do.
this is a serious matter. atrophy is no joke.
i've been living in bloomington for about two whole weeks now. (HOLY CANOLE)
apparently no one needs a job or money or a life as there are no jobs to be found here.
so while i have been job hunting like sarah palin hunts down the alaskan wildlife, i've been preoccupying myself by watching the household wildlife in their natural habitats.
with every rage quit i half expect some amount of male dominate territorial marking, such as peeing on the xbox.
at some points my housemates seem to loose touch with reality and stare gap mouthed while sargent pixel man gets blown to chunks by a mortar shell.
fig 1.
after about a week of this i have came to the realization that my own mediocre existence wasn't much further up the darwin scale when i began to turn photos into cartoons.
fig 2.
fig 3.
things start to be questionable when you picture yourself roving the japanese countryside snarling and frothing like a calvin and hobbs comic.
(the handsome man with the antlers is my brother who made that his background after i sent him a delirious text containing that photo)
it could be worse.
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