A title would be redundant.

Guess who randomly decided to come back for a spell?

I don't think you want to know that answer.

Shirt- Target (actually stolen from Mom's closet) ::  Shorts- benevolent mystery  ::  Cardigan- H&M  ::  Shoes- Charlotte Russe  ::  Lipstick- Revlon in Siren

Normally I'd be compelled to explain my unannounced absence; but again, I feel like that'd be redundant. Today was just a spark of inspiration, more than I've gotten in awhile.
But I assure you through the power of crappy photography and the internet, that I am alive and well. If you'd like to see significantly more alive internet ramblings, my tumblr is the place to be. :)
Till next (sporadic) time!

Bravo! pour le clown

Bienvenue, messieurs et mesdames.

Will not sit down awhile, listen to The Sparrow and join the circus with us?

But I'm standing still

Where have I been? And while we're (not) asking, where's Hotaru?

We've been off adventuring.

But I've been lounging around like a dilapidated brain all this week. It's quite terrible. One might say that I'm ... trapped in my daily habits.

Yeah no one thought that was funny, either. 




I hope the rest of the photos will come soon in due time!

Kings and Queens have to wait

Dear Whomever It May Concern, 


Charlene hasn't been able to blog because her body has been barraged with various illnesses. It started off with body aches and a sore throat. I was like, OK, I can deal with this. I'm a doctor. Then she came in with a runny nose that wouldn't stop running. I tried using that "is your nose running?" joke on her, but I don't think she appreciated it. She tried to stab me with a thermometer; it didn't go well. 


Now she just won't stop coughing. It's really gross. I was all, "hey I get that you're in the doctor's office, but you don't have to cough all over the place. Show some respect, damn." 


Then she tried to stab me again, this time with a tongue depressor. Let's just say that I'm writing with my other hand now. 


Anyway, Charlene is recuperating nicely with the heavy dosage of drawing and 90s bubblegum pop I've prescribed her. So she'll be fine. And I've since taken away all sharp objects from her. 


Totally from her real doctor,  

Dr. Pepper

Fun fact: I've been listening to a playlist called "FUCK YEAH 90s" nonstop now. It basically contains songs that may not necessarily be from the 90s, but are all from my childhood. Aw man.

This is pretty much my drawing process; start on something, feel stuck, start doodling nonsense things in the sidelines.

But wait! There's more!

Rapture and Awe

Hi, everybody! (and this is where you go, "Hi, Dr. Nick!") I'm here, it's 2ish AM and the rapture hasn't arrived yet. I wasn't exactly sure whether it was a day-based thing or a time-based thing that would occur on the particular day... But either way, you need to cancel your dinner reservations. Because this is serious business.


Unfortunately, I don't have any particular profundity to spout or more jabs to poke. All I have are these quick photos that I managed to get while partaking in the lovingly warm outside world today before the weather goes badonk because of you-know-what.


And now it's 2:30ish AM. Nothing yet on my end of the world. Lemme know if something comes up on your end of the world. Whether your clocks start going backwards, or your dog starts acting weird, or your doorstep suddenly becomes inhabited by a certain Son of God who has a baseball mitt in hand... Either way, y'know.

V-neck- Thailand  ::  Skinnies- Gap  ::  Shoes- Jessica Simpson  ::  Ribbon- who knows and what does it matter because THE RAPTURE IS UPON US
Oh yeah, and look, I got a new haircut yay hi everybody hi.

WWJD? Probably say, "chillax everyone, chillax." 
My mom will probably kill me for saying that. Or not, since she isn't completely convinced that Jesus is going to make a comeback so soon. She also isn't insane.

Don't hang up your coat just yet

I haven't fallen off this side of the earth.

I can say that Life got in the way, but it's slightly true. I mean, don't tell anyone this, but between you and me, I think Life needs to drop a few pounds. I keep on running into Life, and it's all awkward because it's like, "Hey Life, do you mind? Scootch a bit that way? Yeah, thanks." And it's like that every time. Honestly.


Now I just sound like someone who's a big jerk to magazines.


'Till the next post! I hope to resume blogging soon. :)

Yea or Nay?

I act like this is an everyday occurrence. I wish.

This past weekend I went to a Rocky Horror showing at the last minute (inappropriately simulated acts galore!). Of course, I had to break out the blue eyebrows (again, as you can see here). At the suggestion of my friend Sue, I'm randomly sharing this on my blog. I'm not exactly sure if she was being serious, but hey... why not?


I personally had a lot of fun with them. It's easy, unexpected and non-permanent. And I figured that the one place where they'd be accepted is at RHPS, which is also easy (in the sleazy sense), unexpected and (hopefully) non-permanent. The best reaction I got was when I was in the elevator with my friends and one of them turned to me and asked...

Kira: (stops and stares) Are your eyebrows... shaded blue?
Me: (deadpan) ... Oh. Yeah.

True story.