Update: I Am No Longer Suffering From Undiagnosed Suicidal Ideation.

sorry about the hiatus, have a Blahaj as a consolation.

I know this is supposed to be my silly ha-ha cock and balls account, but I am in that "what am I doing with my life"/"what SHOULD I be doing with my life" phase and I need some advice. what job should I try for? I wanted to be a soldier for the longest time but the whole military industrial complex can be just a tad horrifying (please see Smedley butler). and I was considering being a law enforcer but then I thought "what if there's another ruby ridge, I don't wanna pull that trigger". what I'm trying to say is, anyone got any ideas beyond "fuck it p.m.c. time"

it occurs to me that I have been awfully sane as of late, so I have decided to start sharing my backlog of old paranoid doodles

Guess who got some new garters! My friend took this at the mall so if I look shy, that's why.

some more old doodles, the one on the left was based on 40k iron warriors. I have no idea what I was doing on the right.

Guess who got a pair of thigh highs!

i got them from a friend, so they don't fit the best. anyone know a good place to buy those sock suspenders?

could someone, for the love of ALL THAT IS HOLY, MAKE MORE PANIC AU SHIT. I have been starving for Murder Drones content ever since the Og series ended, and the panic au scratches an itch that is ADDICTING

they say war never changes, but I remember being told of a time when knight's murder was something to avenge, and warriors were treated with respect even in death. now if your stationed at fort hood your liable to be murdered by a serial killer and labeled awol for being murdered by a serial killer.

I feel like the only thing stopping me from violently mutilating myself and/or committing suicide is the fact I am looking forward to having a bloomin burger for dinner

OH MY FUCKING GOD I NEED 20 DOLLARS RIGHT NOW