The Best Part About Going To Culinary School Is When I Come Home With Food And I Text My Roommates Something

The best part about going to culinary school is when I come home with food and I text my roommates something like "descend, there are treats," and then they all slowly make their way into the kitchen to have some of the bean soup or whatever the fuck, because like I'm not going to eat it I'm to tired from the four to six hour lab I just did but still I don't have to worry about it not being eaten, it's a perfect system.

Me drawing yet another skeleton:

(in anguish)

"the hand bone's connected to the hand bone, the hand bone's connected to the hand bone, the hand bone's connected to the hand bone..."

Saw some excellent pigeons at my bus stop today.

I'm thinking about her (Sasha Racket) again.

And I am crying.

This is my life now.

There are some many of her.

We must stop calling the alligator Loki, croki. It is not a crocodile, it is an alligator, they are distinct animals. I beg you, I implore you, do not do this thing.