Christine, princess of dip, Tsar of Mucho Guacamole and Grand Benevolent Ruler of fried zucchini batter has not always wanted to accept her delicious role in life… In an alternate universe Christine would have followed her love for pristine white gloves and fedoras and become the most supreme modern-tap-artist, adored by tweens worldwide. She would have a sponsorship paid for by the big Suspender companies, she would have the taps shoes of a God…
And this is what it would have looked like:
There are some days when you just want to get away. Some people suffer from these days more than others for so many reasons.
Sometimes people take days off of work and have fun. Jimmy is doing that tomorrow, and I will be trying to figure out what color a weird-faux-spanish-style-previously-a-Big-Lots building should be.
I just can’t figure out a correct color scheme for it…. URG. I digress.
Here’s a doodle of Jimmy:
I tried to find where Jimmy is working. But, I just settled for a house in Pacoima
Best part, tomorrow… he gets to go there. Have fun Jimmy!
♫Lauren
In addition to being a giggly, constant doodler… sometimes I day-dream. I think this makes me a real world lady version of Doug Funnie, but I’m not entirely sure…
But I am sure about this:
I mean wanting to be the godzilla of bananas is not a weird thing right? Maybe I’m eating too much fruit.
Sometimes when you doodle, you doodle chickens eating ice cream. You doodle a boat made of cheese, or Isabel frolicking in a field of cotton candy or really anything you please.
Sometimes if you are me, you draw a snake choking you. I have no idea if this has a secret meaning. But it was all I could think of:
Just a quick reference for anyone who wants me to wear peach clothing.
I am the color of peach.
In a peach dress I effectively look like a peach blob with eyes:
This is also a thank you to my sister for realizing, that although peach is a nice color, if I am a bridesmaid in her wedding I should not wear peach ever. I would look either naked and weird, or like I’ve been dead for two weeks, maybe three. Now that I’m sure I don’t have to blend in with the wall/my dress/the universe. I feel a lot better about life.
♫Lauren
Do you ever wonder about science?
I know Isabel Does:
she was blinded by science as a child.
Side note: If I were a substitute teacher who was sent to a science class I think I would put this on a slide, and say that is everything you need to know about science. Unless you want to be a doctor or something… But this is all I’m teaching you.
I really like plants, they are full of delicious oxygens, and they smell nice too.
But I don’t own plants because I kill them. I’m not like Jack the Ripper of plants… but more like a neglectful parent, I buy them, leave them in the sun and feel all sorts of sad when they die… or the cat eats them.
I actually sometimes see them in stores, and make sure I don’t take them home (because I know their fate) I then hope that someone who can take care of plants will purchase it, and it will grow with green hot intensity at their abode.
Right now I’m suffering from forgetting Arbor day exists. I don’t know why I feel so sad that I forgot Arbor Day happened months ago, but I feel like I could have like planted a tree or something… but now I just feel sadly indifferent.
Also making this post made me remember this song about trees from my childhood:
Dont’ tell the Arbor Day Foundation I’m bad at watering plants! They send that classy robin to sing at me! And then Al Gore will put me on a Nature Watch Enemies list, and then I’ll never get enough carbon credits to get a seat for the Premiere of the Captain Planet movie!
Viciously Sweet 