Uh, I don’t really have any and I’m not going to go out of my way to take one for you, but here’s this. (Sorry for the blood.)

I’m rat-sitting for a friend until Monday! I love rats sooo much. Tonight, she hung out on me for two entire Adventure Time episodes and then climbed inside of my shirt for fifteen minutes before peeing on my back. She’s really lovely.

Chelsea drew me. And very well.

Aw, thanks! It’s always an honor to know I have an influence on, uplift, or at all inspire others, especially when it comes to veganism and stuff.

December, 1993: When I still believed in Santa, God, and myself.

This is what I look like currently, unfortunately. Just so ya know. I recently cut off all my hair and I bought that shirt yesterday at the thrift store, so I’m feeling pretty fresh.

Me laying in bed with Boo Bunny. I love her.

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(Sorry. This is a horrible drawing, but it makes me laugh so much.)

So a few days ago, I finally met Tia and Dave for the first time ever. Meeting them was both exciting and nerve-wracking for me because I don’t normally meet people from the internet, and talking to people in general makes me nervous. 

The day was great though. We went around NYC and visited cool places like The Museum of Sex and ate at this awesome vegan restaurant called Foodswings. While I was devastated that Foodswings ran out of ice cream, they had the best cream soda ever and I don’t even like soda in general. We then went to this lovely comic book shop called Desert Island, and ended the day by getting lost in Williamsburg while finding the train home. Dave was really funny. He pointed out a lot of interesting street art, graffiti, and stickers and introduced me to this really weird but hilarious comic called Cowboy Henk. He also paid for the food which was super sweet. Tia showed me her amazing sketchbook and her adorable comic and gave me This Could Be You But It’s Not, a zine which Dave and Tia made together. I love it so much! Anyway, looking at her sketchbook made me wish that I had my sketchbook to show. I’m usually very uncomfortable with showing people personal things like that, but I wouldn’t have mind showing Dave and Tia because they’re open-minded about a lot of stuff.  

So blah blah blah, thanks for hanging out with me and being awesome and interesting! 

yoursecretary:

chicago zine fest 2012 

by peter moxley & anne comperchio

This is the only one.

I wore it for a court date because my family said it would help me with my case. I had been arrested with two friends for graffiti. When I showed up to court, we were the only people there in suits and I felt stupid. But the outfit was comfortable, so I wore it for a week.

This is what I look like as of the night before last, unfortunately. Oh, well.

feelingsareboring:

Boo Rabbit and Chance Dog met yesterday. I thought it was going well. They touched noses and Boo wasn’t scared of him- she even lunged at him to show him she’s the boss. A half hour after this picture was taken, Chance pushed past me when I cracked the door open to grab something from the stairs and he attacked Boo. It was the scariest thing I’ve ever seen. I thought I was watching my best friend get killed. We got Chance to let go and my dad scooped up Boo and I cried a lot. Miraculously, Boo didn’t get hurt. Maybe Chance didn’t clamp down, or maybe he just grabbed her fur, but she only has one bite mark, on her ear, and it didn’t break the skin. I didn’t find that out until after I had been sobbing for a really long time and Boo had been hiding and running away from everyone. I felt like it was all my fault. Dave felt like it was his fault. My dad thought it was his. By the end of the night, she was acting like nothing had happened—eating and drinking normally, being vocal, hopping and running around, and even bunning. I thought one of her front legs was hurt, but she’ll let me touch it and she has been digging normally, so I think it’s fine. I’m so happy she’s okay, but I can’t stop playing the worst case scenario in my head.

This is a sad post. Maybe just to me. Sorry. The picture is cute, though.

A photo I took. Well, Tia took the second one. This is Kara and me. We had to get a picture of ourselves for the upcoming Brooklyn Zine Fest. Kara’s Tumblr can be found here and her Etsy of crafts and zines here.

Yeah, it’s unfortunate. But I understand it’s the best they can do, since my character, self-respect, intellect, and lifestyle choices are pretty bulletproof; “Youre fat and ugly!” is all they really got. That’s why the ad hominem argument was invented, after all.

Anyway, this picture is the best I could find with my below-the-neck in it. In all honesty, I do have a straightedge beer belly that I acquired during a year of my life in 2007 while I was still just a vegetarian and ate at Denny’s every single night. I am healthier now, but I do not lose (or gain) weight. I don’t have fat anywhere else on my body, though, and I don’t really give a shit what other people think of the way I look (even though it’d be nice if they thought nice things and wanted to fuck me).