The fish in the middle is named Natey. He was the main character in the comic strip I made up in sixth grade. I came up with nearly 100 strips. Then he showed up in strips on the notes I passed to my friend, Lacy, in junior high. She sent me notes with her comic … Continue reading A Day I Felt Like Drawing, Not Writing
I took a creative writing class my senior year of high school. I hated it. Seriously. HATED IT. I skipped that class so much that it was the ONE AND ONLY grade on my high school transcript that wasn’t an A. I hated it so much that I avoided class and homework, ending up with … Continue reading People Who Have Died
Welcome to this week’s therapy session between the imaginary, but amazing, DOC and the crazy-and-not-afraid-for-the-internet-to-know-it Larrie, LRE. DOC: What’s that you’ve got there? LRE: Hi to you, too. It’s one of my journals. DOC: You brought your journal to therapy? LRE: Yes. DOC: Why? LRE: Because I did that once with a previous therapist and … Continue reading Don’t you have random journal entries?