Unfinished.

I decided to do a self portrait yesterday. I got into it. I was all:

Because if I were a cartoon dog, that's definitely what I would look like. And I was really excited, you know. 


So, I photo-whored around a bit, just with the photo booth on my laptop. I rolled through the myspace shots and the "I'm thirteen and don't smile in photos" shots and the "I'm a scary monster - RAH!" shots and all that jazz. 


Till I came up with this:

And I was fairly happy to tell the truth. So I got drawing. But then the same thing that always happens happened and I got bored. 

So now I'm left with a half finished picture that kind of sucks anyway and the nice boy has started talking to me again. So I'm sitting in the dark and writing this under my doona because everyone knows that nothing can get you when you're under the sheets.


But as it turns out, reality knows all the cheats for all the rules. 
And nothing's allowed to slip by.