I was at the laundry, trying to dry my jacket, and the owner saw me doodling and asked if I did that as a job and I said no, and he asked me if I was working right now and I said no, and he asked me if I’d like to draw as a job and gave me address and phone number and email of an agency he knows and told me to go and show them some drawings and he asked me if I wanted him to call them right now and I said no (because I had a little panic attak) and told him I would go there like tomorrow or something and OMG I’M JUST SO SCARED I DON’T KNOW WHAT TO DO
And I didn’t even menage to dry the jacket properly: does any of you know a working way to dry jackets with feathers on the inside?
I STARTED WATCHING SUPERNATURAL, THEN! As I promised.
So I’m watching episode 1x02, and this happens:
Mr Shaw: I don’t see the difference it would make. You wouldn’t believe me.
Sam: Mr. Shaw… What did you see?
Me: They were the footprints of a gigantic HOUND.
I was waiting for my flatmates to leave the kitchen (I can’t cook with random strangers looking at me), so I thought I’d watch something in the meanwhile.
And I was like: I cannot watch only Sherlock. There’s a whole world of other things to see. It’s not that because I’m totally johnlocked, I only can watch Sherlock and nothing else.
I’ll start something brand new, instead! Ah! Let’s start Black Books.
is what I found in it.
‘OK, John, I put it on. Will you go get some milk now?’
Because tonight I feel like drawing.
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I solemny swear that I'm up to no good.