Shit, I totally forgot to title this page in my Personal Revolution

"Something wicked this way comes," is a famous quote probably from Shakespeare or something. I honestly couldn't tell you for sure. Not without a lifeline, heh. But it speaks volumes of where I am at this moment in my life, and not in a bad way either. So things continue to weeble wobble their way around in my world. The crush does not cease, it only gets stronger. And the art just keeps on a coming out of my pencil. Last night while on the way to the grocery store I had an ingenious idea for a t-shirt design. I know, AGAIN?... So I wrote it on my hand in Sharpie. Bought my ingredients fer life, consisting of a case of Shrimp flavored Ramen noodles, two twelve packs of soda, a squeezable bottle of grape jelly and two bags of Hoodys brand peanuts. I then went back home and wrote yesterday's post and then popped on Jay and Silent Bob Strike Back and crashed out at like 4AMish.
Not to be out done, I woke my happy ass up to the sound of my dogs going bonkers as Julian came home from school. I got up, didn't shower (can't worry about showering all the time when you wanna be a rock star), got dressed and headed out to the coffee house to meet up with a friend whom I was going to Wing Wednesday with. We talked a ton about life and shit, while we waited for the tasty of tasties, Rocco's World Famous Chicken Wings. I dug hanging out with my new friend, Stevie, just talking a about nothing in particular. After filling up on white meat goodness we headed back to the coffee house for some drawing and chat chat chatting. She checked out my Tank Girl trade paperback while I worked to finish up page 44 of Fuzzyface. And accomplishment in that now I only have ten pages of story left to draw.
Afterwards, I talked to Rachel who I had fill out the boothbabe/ girlfriend app a week ago. And then I jammed out the t-shirt design in pencil and inks. Gonna scan it tonight and then color it soon. I have so many designs I have cranked out in the past week or two, that it's ridiculous to think that I'm actually getting any Fuzzyface done at all. But truth be told I think I am balancing it pretty fucking well, all things considered. I usually have super shitty time management skills and it takes me months to get an issue done, let alone 54 pages of story AND fuck all knows how many t-shirt designs and sketches. I've been posting images onto my Deviant Art account too. I posted two shirt graphics and like four or five sketches I did including two commissions for my cousins, Alison and Emily who bought the first volume of Got Crayons? yesterday when they came to hang out with me and Tim at Safehouse.
Yes yes yes, life is working itself. And I think the crush I have knows I have a crush on them. I don't hide shit such as happiness and "like" very well. I wear that shit like a fucking bright shiny toy badge.

Personal Revolution

I have hit a moment in my life when things just fucking click when I lay pencil to paper. It just all makes sense. It's crystal clear and it flows.
From Fuzzyface to random sketches in my big red sketchbook. I have churned out pieces now for several straight days. And then there's the coloring. I so prefer digital coloring to manual, as it's not only cleaner, but it too seems to just flow for me. I even did a rough Step Monsters sketch with all four members of the band posing. I colored a Grrry piece that is posted for sale on my zazzle account. Some of it more poppy in terms of cartoon nature and some harder edged for the purposes of being truer to my comic book style. I just got done cranking out a nice Kyle on guitar sketch complete with Tank Girl inspired hairdo.
In terms of my personal life, I really feel freer and like things too are just flowing. I handed out my application to two girls last night and felt completely not awkward in doing so. Plus I honestly feel a serious crush beginning. And at 31 I felt weird having that feeling. People have said it's absurd to feel strange about having a crush. I am enjoying myself again. And I think that's key in working through life and wading my way through some tumultuous swamp water in my life. I also feel inspired when I'm around this crush. It's kinda cute in a way. On another note I just want to sever some personal ties with specific people so I can stop having to tip fucking toe around people and shit. That's not my way. I like to drive right through with both fists pummeling away.
Here's to a revolutionary time in my life.