It’s waaaayyyy passed my bedtime, but I worked so long on this stuff, I has to stay up a few more minutes more to post this, darnit!!!!

First, read my diary. Yes, you has my permission.

Now, see what I’ve been working on today. I was asked to do this poster this afternoon, so it was really super short notice AND it conflicts with my own art show opening – BUT who says one can’t go to both???? ANyhoo, I handpainted the outlines, so don’t laugh at my inaccurate hand. I was in a hurry, OKAY?!

For some reason (perhaps sleep deprivation) I’m fascinated by the fact that it translated pretty darn well to B&W!

And now for a couple of recent tattoos. I’ve lately forgotten to take piccies, so here’s some I remember to take. Me so poopoobum!

And another session with the kitty kitty.

Okay, me go bed now. Zzzzzzzz….

At first I was stressed out. I’d never taken Millhouse to work with me (don’t worry – he was in the basement/garage where he never set foot in the actual tattoo shop.) much less taken him on an hour-long ride. When I first took him in, he was absolutely dreadful in the car, but now he’s actually pretty good (given – I do put a seat belt harness on him – for safety, of course!). When I got so mad at him for puking in the car and freaking out when I went to get gas, it was for obvious human-esque reasons. But I had to realize – we’re from totally different worlds, Millhouse and I…. I think about cleanliness of my new car (which has already shown signs of wear and tear because I drive it so freaking much), and how I should just be able to move in and out of it freely without a neurotic animal having a separation anxiety attack. To you and me – of COURSE I’d think these things! But to Millhouse and his kin – all they care about – all the KNOW is… I have to be with my pack. I have to be with my pack. I have to be with my pack. And… I can’t stop eating. I can’t stop eating. What’s this weird sensation I’m having – as if I’m on something that’s moving really fast even though I’m just sitting here? Oh, my stomach – I hurl now. Our mentalities are so different, how can one be mad? But how can one not be, at the same time???

Which is why it was the cutest thing in the world – a special moment, when we both felt the very same thing when we got home… HOME. Curl up and sleep now.

Are we so different? Yes. And no.