I’m terrible at finishing things. My room is still in a state of chaos from my last move (across the apartment no less), I have more half-read books than finished ones, I have a couple hundred story ideas floating around in my head that I just can’t seem to pluck out and put into Word, and a pile of sketches for ‘pieces’ I’m working on. These sketches are sort of like dating girls. Right now, me and these drawings are in the ‘flirting’ phase. They giggle at me, I doodle something skimpy onto them, and I talk to my therapist less about my objectification of women and more about my personification of dickbutt drawings.
Jackie Treehorn treats objects like women, man!

Don’t get put there, Kid.