Fuck you christmas.

I hate Christmas, seriously. I'm not trying to be all gothic and counter culture here and talk in a monotonous voice (hopefully Chad will laugh at that), but really, I fucking HATE Christmas.

The last week or so has been so overly stressful, trying to get gifts finished and ready for the big day. Fuck that, I hate how I see this family once a year, and yet I still have to buy them something, even though I know NOTHING about what they even like. Fuck it. Next year I'm going along with Chad and celebrating Halloween like Christmas.

So yes, fuck you Christmas...on to the main thing that has been occupying my mind for the last 24 hours or so....

When you have an artistic/obsessive mind such as mine, when you get into a project, it can completely take you over, and it becomes all you think about...all you WANT to think about. After coming up with this idea for my comic, it's all I've been thinking about, and everything I see just walking down the street has given me ideas for the storyline or monologues. Talking to Chad about it is the best. He's so supportive of my ideas, and doesn't tell me that my drawings suck, or that I have stupid ideas.

The scary thing is that Chad and I actually have VERY similar ideas. We have the same dark twisted sense of humour and artistic minds that make us so disturbingly perfect for each other. I love it.

For all those who care, here's a small exerpt (one of my personal faves) that I recently wrote for one of the 1st person monologues in the comic:

"My mother was a smart woman who gave me some of the best advice. She may have been wild, but I'll be god damned if she didn't know what she was talking about.

She once told me that ex-boyfriends were like cockroaches; disgusting little insects that will be around forever. I don't know if you've ever tried to kill a cockroach, but it's not easy. No matter how many legs you pull off, or how many times you step on them, they just don't seem to die.

This couldn't be more true about Dax. No matter how many times I try to step on him, he just never dies.

I know what you're thinking, it could be so easy. Click. Boom. It's over and done with. Well unfortunately, it's not quite that easy. He's the one person they could trace back to me. They would figure me out.

Myabe that's what he wants. His sick fucking way of finally getting back at me. Pushing me to the edge until I snap and paint the walls with his brains. The police get me and it's all over, my work is all for nothing. He'd probably be laughing at me from beyond the grave. Bastard."

Dark? Creepy? Disturbing? Everything I want for my comic. This is going to be THE shit. Also, when I told Chad about my idea, he immediately got the idea to start HIS own comic for Warhed. So my main idea is to somewhat fuse them together, using his character of Warhed in my comic. My god, once the first issue is done, I'm going to pleasure myself while reading it.

Time to work on it some more, I need my fix for today,

This Is A Love Song
Deal With It
~Addy
- posted by Eddie @ 4:46 PM