Saturday, February 24, 2007
Just when I got an idea on something really unoriginal to draw, I took out my sketch book, my pencil case, my box of copic markers and thin lineart brushes to get ready.
Since the past few days, my mind isn't as active as it was supposed to be and it had gotten quite dull, so I ceased this opportunity to bring up whats on my mind. Yet, to my god-forsaken dismay, my best buddy, the eraser, seems to be missing. My household is deprived from stationaries, since I live alone. And I found out that my copics are going to run out of ink soon, and my brushes are wired.
A bad fate had befallen me. Guess I just have to go back to that shitty art store and buy overpriced import products that are a fucking rip-off. God bless this pathetic life.
Pissing @ 5:04 AM