Tailored

Hallelujah! ! ! My clothes fit. Finally Tailored.
Yah, it's hard to find the right size of clothes when they don't sell your size in stores. I used to look like an idiot, blundering around in the wrong size of clothes.

But now I have nice clothes, that are actually special just for my body, and I look nice compared to before. (Although I still probably looked nice as an idiot.)
For once I'm not making fun of anything other than myself and the store brand jerks who believe in Monosiesm (one size fits all). Which is a really stupid religeon if you ask me.
But back to clothes: My new fittings do not matter.
I bet now that I have them, I'm going to grow a couple inches in 4 directions and my tailored clothes are going to end up on my little brother. And then he'll spill mustard on them.

Pain is drawn to me. (stupid pun)

If you haven't noticed, I've drawn myself quite a bit, getting mutilated. You've seen my brain, you've seen me burning, you've seen me turned into a skunk (no wait! that was Beaver Pavilion), and you've seen me about to get maimed by a medicine cabinet. You see, these are all reflections of my life, being rhetorical or pyramided. (is that a word?) anyway... I was going to ask something but I forgot... Oh yes! Since I can see your jocund compensation of my paroxysm, I will gladly take proffers for more artwork concerning my capitulum being lacerated. (sorry for the prodigious morphemes I've been using, I'll repeat all of this so you can understand)
Since I can see your gleeful reactions of my pain, I will gladly take suggestions for more artwork concerning (you know what concerning means right?) my head being tortured. (sorry for the big words I've been using)
So I will now draw one more symbol of my life, and you can give me suggestions in form of a comment.

(AND I AM NOT SUICIDAL) It's just that I'm good at drawing myself... erhm, not that I'm vain or anything...