I know what you're thinking:
Well well well. If it isn't a late holiday journal from real-faker.

Actually I don't.

But in any case, here's a late holiday journal from real faker:

A certain lovely decided to buy me a 3-monther! Isn't that nice? I've been bought gift subs before, and I'm just.... completely bewildered that there are people out there who are so unconditionally kind to complete strangers. It kind of says something about humanity, if you ask me, and it gives me a warm, fuzzy feeling deep down in my heart, but mostly my genitals.

When people are so kind to do such a thing, simply because they enjoy seeing my art, I feel like the least I can do is muster up every ounce of CSS skill that I don't have and make a nice little journal layout for 'em to feast the eyes on. And if it isn't a filling enough feast (it probably isn't), then I'll utilize the ability to embed images anyway, and show you what I've been up to these past... holi-days.

((Also, the character in this journal layout is an old OC of mine who is embarrassingly underdeveloped to a point I'd rather not explain. You can check out some more info on him in my OC folder located on the left-hand side of my gallery. But if you value your time and retinas, you wont. His nonexistent backstory has everything to do with Y2K, so I thought he might be kind of fun for a holiday/new years-y journal.))

I HAVE NOTHING OF IMPORTANCE TO SAY AS PER USUAL, so on with the pickxs:

My bffs and I had a secret santa partymajigger. The uber-awesome had gotten me, and her present to me was the craziest most creative shit ever. She first gave me some comics (will show later), and then a box with a Futurama trivia question on it: "In (EPISODE WHOSE NAME I CAN'T REMEMBER), what did we learn was the one wish that Zoidberg had seen fufilled?" (or something like that). I told her I didn't remember, so she told me to open the box. Inside the box were 4 other oddly shaped boxes, each with an answer on it (MULTIPLE CHOICE, THANK GOD) I picked the one I was pretty positive was correct (For one night, he knew what it was like to be a grandmother. I was correct.) And inside of that box was a little piece of paper that said "Expect a 3 month subscription to dA soon." X3 So I'm set for awhile.
I then opened the other boxes just because the idea of having a wrapped box in front of you and not being able to open it was going to kill me. Even though they only had little papers inside of them that said "FAIL" and other such comments.

Anyway, she got me two sweet-ass comics; Futurama and a Simpsons Treehouse of Horror comic. Also included in this picture is a comic my sis got for me.

Futurama comic LOBSTERPALOOOOZAAAA
And Simpsons comic from my sister. IT IS LIKE, THE 2ND ONE THEY EVER PUBLISHED. 8D And is also conveniently a Bob comic. More on this later.

THIS is Treehouse of Horror #15 that she got me:

LOOOOOOOK AT IT. I actually had to go find a picture of the cover on the nets because my camera sucks and the detail is just that worthy of being seen.
What's so awesome about it is that each little comic inside is done by a different guest-artist! It's like a little collab! X) Some of the art I liked better than others (and sadly, the one I liked the least also happened to be the longest comic in the book, BUTTTTT)
Here's some crappy shots of a few of the styles I liked best.



YUMMY.

Thoroughly entertaining!

And then my sis also got me a little Bob figurine, WHOM I LOVE:

He's trying to blend in with a percentage of the other Simpsons crap in my room. Check out those creepy old Bart dolls. And got me that figure of Ms. Botz a long time ago. : D NOW IF ONLY I HAD THAT SWEETASS AWESOM-O.

The futurama comic was a "what if machine" one. ROBOT DEVIL MAKES GUEST APPEARANCE;

I JIZZ MAH PANTS. THERE WERE NO SURVIVORS.

THEN okay, THEN. The Bob comic. The premise is THE PERFECT SCENARIO for a BUDDY COMEDY. I have this shameful weak spot for buddy comedy movies. I WANT TO SEE THIS MADE INTO A MOVIE. Almost as much as a Butters/Cartman hand-holding action cop movie, which I've talked about before. If not a movie, than at least an episode.
Here's the premise:

Bart is sent to a program at the prison where he's to be treated like a prisoner for a period of time. One thing leads to another and he ends up shackled to Bob on a work farm.

Bob can't handle the other inmates' grammatically incorrect singing, and makes a run for it.

They shoot at him, he uses the dump truck to block it.

Hilarity ensues.
Here's some more fun panels:

If 'O Brother Where Art Thou' has taught me anything (AND IT HASN'T), it's that EVERYTHING NEEDS TO HAVE A TRAIN-HOPPING SCENE.
EVERYTHING.

Continued.

And then... I don't know, this is just funny to me.

AM I CRAZY? Or would that be the best. episode. EVER?

Then here's a pic of me in the Butters hat my sis made for me:

I wasn't pressing my knuckles together on purpose, that's just a coincidence. XD
The eyebrows look really wrinkly when I wear it. Here's the hat in her gallery if you want a better look:
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And lastly, here's our pathetic Christmas tree this year:

I put my little SP ornaments on it. I don't know if you can tell, but Cartman's weighing down his branch and touching the base. CUZ HE'S A FATTTYYYYYY. 8D

OH! I lied. One more:

Here's me and mah betches, and Becky, before the New Years party. Thank God I only have pictures to show you of me BEFORE the party. During and after was like.... let me just say this:
1 Bottle of alcoholic nog that might've well've just been 3 blends of straight-up whiskey (I was shaking it the whole time, trying to get the eggnogness to mix in, BUT 'TWAS IN VAIN.)
3 Jell-O (COSBY) shots.
Cup and a half of Cranberry and Vodka.
I kept on rubbing a spoon on 's leg explaining how I was reenacting Dali's "Autumn Cannibalism" ([link])
And then woke up the next morning with the spoon in my pocket.
I sang a lot of songs from the Simpsons, and the chorus to THAT GODDAMN TAYLOR SWIFT SONG RGGGGHHH WHYYYYYYYY. D :
First time I ever got sick from drinking.
Not that I'm a big drinker anyway, but I guess I learned my lesson. And from now on, whenever I've "got a nice drunk goin'", I'll take that as a clue to stop, rather than continue. XD


AND THEN I FOUND FIVE BUCKS.

THEEEEEEEEEEEE
END.

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