After Chenobyl, my penis fell off

Dear Christ it feels good to have actually done something productive. I'm almost halfway through the pencilling stage of a project I'm working on. A shitty, dead-end project no doubt... but it gives me hope that someday I'll be more than a hobo.

It makes me think, a lot. I don't know what I classify as really. I mean, I guess I'm an artist... I'm good, but I'm not great. I'm past the stage of reffering to everything I draw as pure crap, but I'm level-headed enough to know that I'm nowhere near being a pro. It's difficult to know where you stand sometimes, especially around DeviantArt where you see people who barely know the basics making money off their art.

But I digress.

Goddamn I hate shopping centres. I've been looking high and low for a nice blouse, but they all look the same. Is it really too much to ask for a nice top that's actually original and creative?

On a related note, I really want this.