Elevator?

So I made this picture while I was quite inebriated, with Meredith watching me. I dunno, I guess I was thinking, 'What would be the most awkward elevator ride of ever?' And this is what I came up with, in sketch and color.

So yeah. Woo.

Until next time.

Oh and an upcoming guest post from After School Special.

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MARGARET COMES BACK TO THE "HOUSE OF AWESOME" ON TUESDAY!!!!

I have absolutely no memory of myself between the ages of 11 and 15.

So I'm in Indiana for the time being with my 13 year old sister visiting our grandmother.

It can get pretty dull here, needless to say.

And if I can't smoke all hours of the day, by Zeus's Beard I'm gonna drink liquor all hours of the night.

And smoke all hours of the night. And drink all hours of the day.

Actually, none of this is very true. I smoke at random intervals, and also enjoy a beverage with relative moderation at varying points in the sun's 24 hour cycle.

You see, It's SCIENCE over here.

I bring the motherfucking SCIENCE, bitches.

Heterosex Life Partnership WITHDRAWAL

Well as you can see... Holly has deserted me for the next 3 weeks... leaving me with the question... WHAT THE HELL AM I GOING TO DO? Luckily, there will be a certian Ms. Margaret here in two days, who can answer that question. And one day, in the distant future, there will be an occupant yet again for every room in this house. Oh did I mention that? There's no one in this 6 bedroom house except for me and Whitney...

BOO!

Sorry it's been so long since an update, but Holly and I were working very busily on the 48 hour film festival for Greensboro, NC. Check out some of the pictures in the forums on Is It Contagious!

Later.

Dan: Subleaser? Or Mad Man?

So this image comes from our subleasing pal Dan, who is sitting upstairs right now drinking beer. Apparently he was so bored, he decided to make us this insanely awesome MS Paint of wonder.

He'll be moving out this weekend, so I like to see this as a slight "going away" present, if you will.

Of rabbit shit and doom.

THANKS DAN!

Freeze me in Carbonite

Some days it's very easy to wake up and feel like Jabba the Hut... I feel like that today. Like a giant blob of big ugly.

Ewwwwww....

The Prevailing Sentiment

LET'S BUILD A FORT!!!

It was a beautiful night of mystery and intrigue. Of Forts and Fires!

Only to end in sadness, disappointment, chaos, flaming bedsheets, crying puppies, and pizza.



I will never hear the end of it.
And I swear there WAS a fucking RIVER SCULPTURE I'm not making it up- we didn't have a MOTHERFUCKING FLASHLIGHT, GODDAMMIT so SHUT UP.

Psycho Killer: Syd Barrett

So last night, after our failed attempt at a fort, which you will see soon in Holly's upcoming post... Sadness...

Neil was nice enough to let me and Holly stay at his place.

Well, to show my appreciation, I had a crazy ass dream and ended up attacking him in my sleep.

Syd Barrett is a feisty motha fucka, I'll tell you what.

Make it so.

It's sad but true. Jean Luc would never condone me wearing a uniform, not in my wildest dreams.

Oh well.

my boobs are heavy

It's about that time, folks.

It's like my goddamn ovaries want to make up for lost time or some shit.

All the girlies on the pill can I get a WHAT WHAT??



Fuck you, Estrogen.
Fuck you right in your smug face.

Holy God: A Dream I Had...

Basically this was an actual dream I had while staying in Georgetown with Margaret and Holly. I don't know why, but I was at my grandfather's house, which is an old school log cabin and I was freaking out about being pregnant and I really wanted a cigarette, and for some reason my dad showed up. And then my water broke and I had contractions and I woke up and my stomach hurt(ed?) a fucking LOT! And I still realllly wanted a cigarette.

The end.

P.S.

We realize that some of these pictures are really big, and that shouldn't be a problem, unless you use Firefox and then the links on the right get all up on the pictures.

Sorry about that. We're pretty lazy, but I'm sure we'll figure out how to fix it soon.

EDIT!!!!
I learned the valuable abilities of the THUMBNAIL!
All ye, bow to my smartness and devilish strange looks!
Hail Jess! She's!!! ... making coffee for these bastards that just walked in.

<3>

Introducing Mike! Everyone say Hello, Mike! Now take a number, bitch.

I was going to do a drawing about rap music, but this came out instead. I'm quite pleased with the faces/hairstyles in this one.

Now, boys and girls, Let's Listen to Rap Music!!
Toot! Toot! Rap Train leaving the station! Toot Toot! All aboard the Rap Train!

Lionel Richie: a portrait.

MOVIE NIGHTz0rzzzz....

Welcome to NO Heed!!!

This is a blog specifically designed for me and Holly to display our amazingly intricate and surprisingly deep, emotional MS motherfucking Paints.

Every one of these paints have to do with actual experiences we have had.

Everyone should move to Carrboro.

And we're changing this boring ass template soon.

Hot.

~Jess

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