Marginally mediocre.

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Anonymous asked: Draw a Dick!

Dick Cavett.

Haven’t done this in a while but I feel like drawing and I literally have no ideas so: I am taking requests. Leave a comment or ask me and I will draw it.

My dad called me yesterday to tell me about how he was at the grocery store when a guy bumped into him and real aggressively said “watch where you’re going old man” to which he responded by impersonating Mark McKinney in this skit. Apparently, the guys eyes got real big and he just walked away.

Had a dream that I was detained in a holding room by Instagram with Beyonce. Solange was all over the news because of a drug overdose or something and none of the guards (Instagram guards!) would tell Beyonce what was happening. Time to change my internet habits.

Looking at this photo is surreal. Melissa is on the left, and I’m sitting to the right of her in the blue shirt. Her friend put it up on his instagram feed today. It’s the first time Melissa and I ever met. I think we talked for like, 2 seconds? I was only joking about moving to Los Angeles at this point, still living up in San Francisco and just feeling generally shitty. I remember thinking she looked cool and why would she want to talk to me? Pretty sure I only knew how to talk about dogs at the time. I remember when this photo was taken and wanting to demur. I felt like I didn’t belong there. And now I live with this person who was sitting next to me in this photo, a stranger at the time, and I can’t imagine how the world ever began without her. Anyway, it’s making me feel all sorts or whirly, time-travel, stars-flying-past-the-head-at-warp-speed kind of feelings.

Looking at this photo is surreal. Melissa is on the left, and I’m sitting to the right of her in the blue shirt. Her friend put it up on his instagram feed today. It’s the first time Melissa and I ever met. I think we talked for like, 2 seconds? I was only joking about moving to Los Angeles at this point, still living up in San Francisco and just feeling generally shitty. I remember thinking she looked cool and why would she want to talk to me? Pretty sure I only knew how to talk about dogs at the time. I remember when this photo was taken and wanting to demur. I felt like I didn’t belong there. And now I live with this person who was sitting next to me in this photo, a stranger at the time, and I can’t imagine how the world ever began without her. Anyway, it’s making me feel all sorts or whirly, time-travel, stars-flying-past-the-head-at-warp-speed kind of feelings.

Doing instagram the only way I know how.

Doing instagram the only way I know how.