Baristagirl

I was at a BBQ last night and it was brought to my attention that bugs are evil, and that Dick is probably going to rival The Paj as my greatest and most quotable characters. I have also learned that I hate soccer more now than ever, and oil spills and earthquakes. I had a big ol bowl of frosted earthquakes for breakfast. This is what happens when I’m left to do a free write. Nonsensical jibberish.

I know what you’re thinking, are you so busy hang gliding with dinosaur robot cowboys you can’t update your fucking comic you lazy bastatard? Well, as I mentioned previously, a somewhat rushed update. I have a tendency to leave my finished comics in the back seat of the car–well on a particularly windy and rainy day I was putting my purse in the back seat and sure enough, the wind said “Hey, GOOBER, no one takes internet comics serial!” and jacked that shit and threw it in a puddle. Maybe it could’ve been my Juggalo jokes that pissed off the elements. I don’t know. So I have to go back and start all over. Its helpful that I’m almost done penciling the lost pages of barista girl so keep out an eyeball.

Barista Girl has the vatican golden inlay seal of approval.

I’m so tired form working so much. I think I might have a breakdown and quit all my damn jobs. We’ll see. Keep reading. I’m pretty good at allowing the stress load up and offer an epic explosion.

Everest institute tells me that if this retarded ass person can go to school than, I, a mildly less tarded person can go to school. “If I can do it, you can do it!”

Not too good of a selling point for me. Sorry. Super.

Anyways, speaking of me wanting to quit my jobs and work primarily on my comic and my comic only making equal to or more than what I’m making at both jobs it’d be awesome. I did the math… it wouldn’t be that much. One day off a week equals my take home at 385.15 a month. Misery does indeed love coffee. I’m figuring all I do is work and I can’t work on my beloved comic then maybe I need to reconsider my priorities. Also, maybe it’d be worth it to ditch both and find ONE job that pays grown up moneys. Working at the porn store has offered a bit of fodder to my arsenal of retail based jokes but at what cost if I can’t share them with you guys in the illustrated form? It feels as though I’m not very good at balancing things.

Oh wellz.

Enough of this,

I’ll leave you with this quotable quote from Cracked.com that basically sums up me in my entirety:

On my best day, I am a series of grunts and mustard stains in a pair of borrowed underwear.

Cheers babies.

Updates of piccies sooner rather than later, just as soon as I can get a damned day off.

-R-