Another day sets, and so the cycle prepares itself for another 24 hours of crass, fun, debachuray and other mindless and slightly thought out antics as 12 am is only tres minutes around the corner (as I type this very sentence mind you). I never really thought of exactly how much time actually encompasses a day itself or how much you can get done in that frame of 16 hours (minding if you get your rec'd sleep; your eyes BEG for it) if you actually don't horse around. Myself? Able to get a bit done. Not as much as I'd like, but when you're babysitting (btw I am so NOT that babysitting type. Sometimes I just wanna grab the little twits by the neck and strangle them 'till they're more lob-headed than Bart Simpson on that episode of treehouse of terror where the town gypsy stikes-shall I say curses-the family. Not that they deserved it, but Homer's fat ass certainly did and a whole lot more), whatEVER you get done aside of that is worthy of being proclaimed as a feat in and of itself.
So, yeah I'm nearing completion of a tribute piece (of sorts) of Ren and Rocko, which should be done by early morning. As soon as THAT's outta the way, up to my deviantART profile it goes, ...just a 'sec (rushes off to turn off annoying ass alarm clock.............didn't quite RUSH off but fuck it it's 12 am)...alright so anyway, as I was saying, I'll upload it to that in the morning, then likely simultaneously get to work on another picture for my friend that needs some attention after 'bout a week of getting no love, and I'll see if there's a Bugatti Veyron that's complient enough to get the pencil and brush work (Lord knows why I like it so much all of a sudden, but I'm not complaining. The car loving John is BACK and in full fucking effect. YEAH!!). I also have a swell of an idea for a webcomic series of mine, but that's something to talk about later on. So's a lot of other shit, so yeah this entry's about nothing more than random thoughts. Truth be told, I am just wanting to go off and look at some more Mezzo and maybe a LITTLE bit of porn (I'm curious,...how DO they do it without those thoughts of feeling like shit coming to haunt them. The mind boggles hehe) while the translation freaks over at Mangahelpers try figuring the kanji that disguises the real deal with this week's Naruto chapter (which, I must say, seems to be gaining some momentum in terms of interesting me. Just hope Kishi doesn't fuck it all up with a dumb story thread worked in there. Again, some argument for another time). Then of course there's the obligatory musical half-hour or so so my brain can mellow out (even if we're blasting speedcore and metal up in that bitch), watch a bit of OTG (who's Youtube channel is awesome; that guy really deserves his own show or something like that, whever the hell networks decide to fully embrace games as something non-taboo (relatively speaking in terms of how they treat Hollywood and shit) and give it some proper air time aside from the latest dumbass shooting his best friend over an argument while inciting Doom or GTA made him do it) and then giving the pupils a nice blanket to keep warm in for about a third of a day. That is life, my life, and I will see you guys tomorrow. Much love, and happy living doing what you do. See 'ya and g'nite.
P.S: Now I guess I'm a "Role Model" for my little nephew. Aww--shut it, I don't wanna hear the sentimentals so I won't have to do the crooning. Ah well, guess I need to watch "Role Models" for some spiritual guidance in the right thing to do.
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