Stuff and Things

So I've been trying for the last half hour to suss out exactly why Blogger is being a buttmunch, but to no avail. This whole post was going to be all focused around telling you what a hard weekend I had sitting on a beach drinking wine and laughing with friends, with pictures to prove it! There was even a hilarious shot of a gypsy kid attacking my friend Jourdan that I would wittily caption, as well as a photo of my newly acquired tattoo.1

But you don't get any of that. Because Blogger isn't letting me upload pictures for whatever reason. They show up as being present in HTML, but don't actually ever load. I'm confused, and too overly caffeinated to properly problem shoot. So I don't know what's wrong!

Probably just normal buttmunchery.

Anyway. Apologies for the lack of updates lately! It's not that I've been particularly busy, or that nothing is happening - I'm currently in the middle of a brain void. I have all these ideas for posts, or even drawings, and for some reason as soon as I sit down to write or paint my brain just goes blargle and nothing comes out.  The only things I seem capable of making are lists. My notebook has seven of them now:

• Things Doctor Who Has Made Me Scared Of
• Things That Make Chris Ridiculously Uncomfortable
• Georgian Words I Keep Using Incorrectly And Hilariously
• Reasons My Teachers Drink At School
• Confusing Social Scenarios Between My Teachers
• All The Reasons I Love Coffee, But Why Tea Is Actually Superior For A Broke Ass Like Myself
• MAKE ALL OF THE THINGS

So that's about the extent of my creativity lately. Hopefully, now you understand why this blog hasn't really had any new content in about two weeks. Because lists.

I'm going to try to make my stupid brain get back in the program in the next few days. We'll see how that goes!

1. All of the questions that are rushing through your head concerning the hygiene of getting a tattoo here were already asked by me. I went to an actual tattoo parlor where a bunch of other volunteers have gotten theirs from, saw the guy sterilize the machine and pull out brand new needles from sealed packages. It wasn't done with a pen and gross needle down an alleyway, so you guys can all just calm the hell down. MOM.