…. TESTOSTERONEAHOY by ! So, Baka, tell the folks at home… What am I gonna draw next? 8D

Yes, here he is, in all his glory: . It’ll take me a loooong time to get everything done over there, but… XD

I’m sorry but I won’t be going back and re-faving all your stuff. It doesn’t mean it’s not still AWESOOOME! I just don’t have the time. T___T;

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My best friend:


Dirty rotten punk, blah, blah, something about elephants:


Baka:


Socka:


Fruit Loop:



Toothpick:


Rachel (Not you, Toothpick. The other Rachel.) :


Hot and sexy with a tennis racket:


Editor-san/The freak with the tennis balls:


If I forgot you, just tell me and you’ll be added!

Quote: “So tell me who’s to blame for thinking twice; Cause I don’t wanna burn in paradise” – Aerosmith in their song What it Takes (I think.)

It’s true! I’m considering getting a new DA account to sort of refresh my page views… See, most of them came from when I was a newbie and my friends who already had accounts befouled it with like 2k that didn’t come from anyone else. Now that my art is better, I want to see how many strangers will be drawn to me, and to do that I’m going to need to get rid of these pesky junk views. I’m not erasing this account; it’ll still be here. I’m just gonna desert it when I get a new one. Almost nothing from this account will be there. It’ll mostly be new stuff.

So, throw me some names for it! I’ll going by my pen name, Bobby Andrew, so something... masculine. I want to see if I can pass as a guy. XD Which reminds me!

I think I might actually… dare I say it… cut my bangs. I’d like to try something more masculine than my current haircut. Baby steps, love, or my grandparents will have a heart attack when I show up at their house cross dressing. My mom and I agreed that we should wait until they’re at least reeeeeally senile before I can pursue my dream of passing as a man (no hormones/operations plzkthxbai.) Those two are still convinced that I’m the most adorable, prettiest little baby doll in the world and I don’t want to break their hearts.

Well, that’s about it. So… TOSS ME SOME ACCOUNT NAMES! I’ll throw the best of ‘em in a hat and draw a winner! Plus if one your suggestions win, I’ll draw you something… >D> If ya want.

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My best friend:


Dirty rotten punk, blah, blah, something about elephants:


Baka:


Socka:


Fruit Loop:



Toothpick:


Rachel (Not you, Toothpick. The other Rachel.) :


Hot and sexy with a tennis racket:


Editor-san/The freak with the tennis balls:


If I forgot you, just tell me and you’ll be added!

Quote: “So tell me who’s to blame for thinking twice; Cause I don’t wanna burn in paradise” – Aerosmith in their song What it Takes (I think.)

“AHAHA I DRINK SODA AND MAKE STUPID WEBCAM PHOTOS AND SPEAK TWO WORDS OF JAPANESE I’M WERID.”

Shut up. Are not. You’re a normal idiot.

“I’M BLACK AND I’VE NEVER BEEN SHOWN ANY KIND OF PREDJUDICE IN MY ENTIRE LIFE BUT I’M GONNA GO ON TV ANYWAY AND SAY THAT OBAMA IS GONNA SAVE ME FROM (NOT) BEING PICKED ON BECAUSE HE’S BLACK TOO.”

Shut up. He’s not even all black. He’s sort of… creamy mocha… ish.

“I’M FUNNY BECAUSE I SWOOP IN ON RANDOM PEOPLE AND TELL THEM THAT THEIR HOPES AND DREAMS ARE STUPID EVEN IF IT’S NOT TRUE.”

Shut up. There is a difference between dry scathing wit and just being an unlikeable prick.

“I WORSHIP BUDDHA AND EAT SUNFLOWER SEEDS AND LISTEN TO BULLCRAP MUSIC NO ONE HAS HEARD OF SO I’M COOL.”

Shut up. Are not. You’re just white.

“I ARE FROOM ME(phlegm)HICKO SO I KALIFYS FOR SPESIALL BANK LOAN.”

GODDARN FRENCHMAN. –shakes fist-

Finally got that off my chest. I commend you for reading my moment of passion-style outburst. No it’s not supposed to be funny. Just wanted to get it out there.

… Yeah.
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My best friend:


Dirty rotten punk, blah, blah, something about elephants:


Baka:


Socka:


Fruit Loop:



Toothpick:


Rachel (Not you, Toothpick. The other Rachel.) :


Hot and sexy with a tennis racket:


Editor-san/The freak with the tennis balls:


If I forgot you, just tell me and you’ll be added!

My dog recently started spinning almost uncontrollably in tight clockwise circles and her left eye and foreleg are almost useless. Turns out Angel either has/had a stroke, a tumor or an unpronounceable brain disease. We can’t really afford the MRI to check and treatment is out of the question due to its expensive and perhaps unnecessary nature. So we’re keeping her around until she shows signs of suffering, whenever that may be, if ever. Then my parents are going to put their heads together, whine about how expensive the tests and treatment are, and then probably euthanize her while getting mad at me for crying. (They’re really predictable. Like, I know for a fact when my mom reads this she’s gonna be angry and rant at me for being unreasonable, juvenile and for not understanding the situation. Or at least she would if I hadn’t written this part. Now she’ll probably get all depressed and start hating herself and make me justifiably feel really guilty. … I LOVE YOU MOM SO DON’T BE SAD.) I’m really upset right now because I love that poor dog. I hope she can get better on her own. As soon as I’m done here I think I’ll go curl up in bed with her and cry like an idiot while I hug her.

Show must go on. Hurricane might put us out of power for a few days. Woe. Anyway, I get my own display at art class because the teacher likes my work. So that’s alright. Also, I’m thinking about maybe starting my own website for my comic (when I stop procrastinating and finish this chapter, of course.) Nn.

Character list removed because I came to my senses and realized it was lame. Won't do it agian.
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My best friend:


Dirty rotten punk, blah, blah, something about elephants:


Baka:


Socka:


Fruit Loop:



Toothpick:


Rachel (Not you, Toothpick. The other Rachel.) :


Hot and sexy with a tennis racket:


Editor-san/The freak with the tennis balls:


If I forgot you, just tell me and you’ll be added!

Quote of the Journal: NONE THIS TIME HAHAHA.

It’s sexy. Ocarina of Tiiime~ Good game, but difficult controls. I’m used to PS2. Anyway, the whole caboodle cost me about eighty bucks at Game Stop in the mall. I love that Game Stop. Still, that’s eighty bucks farther from a trip to Tokyo. Cry.

Bleach issue 24 came in the mail yesterday. Needless to say, I’m happy. I feel like this volume in particular didn’t do much, but you get to see Grimmjow Jeagerjaques ON THE COVER. HORMONES RAGING. In black and white, he looks a lot like Cyan to me in the face... Hmm. Suspicious.

I recently got to take a cartooning class. I believe the instructor’s name was Al Baruch. He worked in character design for Lady and the Tramp and Peter Pan. Is this what it feels like to meet God face-to-face? He was quite a character, especially for an old man. He practically WAS a cartoon character. I have a lot of respect for him. Ahhh, Al. I can’t wait to see you again next week.

Kami’s been spending a loooot of time clinging to my back like a monkey. He seems to like being there. I prefer him staying right there rather than bouncing around the room forcing me to chase him and make sure he doesn’t skewer himself on something. What is this, mother complex?

Also, Elisabeth, I need you to come over. I’m BORED TO DEATH. … And if you want to be my editor, you’ll have to come over more often. >:[


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My best friend:


Dirty rotten punk, blah, blah, something about elephants:


Baka:


Socka:


Fruit Loop:



Toothpick:


Rachel (Not you, Toothpick. The other Rachel.) :


Hot and sexy with a tennis racket:


Editor-san/The freak with the tennis balls:


Brittie:

If I forgot you, just tell me and you’ll be added!

Quote of the Journal: “Androgyny is golden.” -- Me