Mayo the Husky vs Paper Towel

Mayo has only ever destroyed the odd paper towel or two, quite the best first Siberian Husky anyone could ask for. heart But… she did eat the paper towel in front of me.

But I Don’t Even Have a…

Definitely a Train

*Get over it! Amirite?

And so I met up with fellow bloggers Amanda, Belinda and Chrasy/Tracey/spelling a million days ago, but, thankfully, panel 3 didn’t happen.

But they’ve also not mentioned anything about meeting up with me so I’m pretty sure it was something I said during. Or maybe it’s something I didn’t say. Or maybe because I didn’t eat while I was with them. Or maybe because I was just all-around awkward.

Social interactions. *shudders*

P.S. Turns out when you put “eating out” in quotes, it will come out totally wrong.

But Of Course I’m Just a Whiny Attention Seeker

Meanwhile in Vickieland

I Painted This

Cybil Covers Cleavage

… and I shouldn’t have. Not while I have 10 more papers to write.

But whatever.

A Typical Minute in Vickieland

~~Not shown: Kegel exercises.~~

There will be less/more/same amount of drawn crap once I get used to the graphics tablet. Maybe then my keyboard wouldn’t be keyless and my left arm wouldn’t be deformed and so on.

*Translation: Learn to PVP, noob!

Not Hired

That job interview is possibly the closest I’ll ever get to an actual job in this economy as an international student who knows very few people here.

*sniff*

I’m not crying; it’s my allergy. I have sand in my eyes. I was watching something sad just now.

Fine. I cried a little.

Vickie’s Cooking Adventures

Because ~~everyone~~ 3 people said my last comic was ~~well-drawn~~ well-presented (friend’s actual correction) and told me to draw more, I drew more.