Pretty Pretty Please. Don't You Ever Ever Feel. Like You're Less Than. Fucking Perfect.

So, obviously, I have never had a webcomic in my entire life. I have no idea what to draw next, or if I should introduce anyone mainly because:

1. My life is not that terribly interesting. This is more of a therapeutic experiment than an entertaining gesture. I am not a comedian, and I am not here to amuse. (Insert Goodfellas quote here)

2. If I purposely go out and try to make my life funnier, or awkward, I'd feel like that would be cheating.

3. Making up things is not what this blog is about. See above.

I figure the only way to start, instead of just throwing randomness at you, is to introduce each person in my life, nicknames assigned, along with a story.

The stories will most likely be the most recent events.

With that said, (or written), drumroll please!

My first VICTIM(s) is/are:

My roommates/friends/people I hang out with the majority of the time. (Sorry guys.)

TW and Jay are my roomies and great friends. We moved to LA back in August from the midwest. They're both from Michigan, and have been friends since middle school.

TW and I have been friends since I was 15 years old/about 9 years now (fucking scary realization). Jay and I met at the beginning of last year.

I've never had a whole lot of experience living with girls other than my sisters.

When I was 18, I started living with my best friend, Kris, and then the Ex, who was just a friend back then, moved in with us. After that, I lived with him, the Ex, for about 4 1/2 to 5 years.

I digress. That's an entirely different story.

Living with TW and Jay has definitely made me embrace my femininity, and has helped with the loneliness in my life.

TW is a writer, and English major. And even though she puts on a front, breaking down her shell is very difficult, but warming. She is also absolutely, hopelessly obsessed, and in love with Elvis Presley.

She and I are in the same boat when it comes to how our lives are right now (except for the whole boy situation), so we recently decided to go out to a bar we had never been to, but I was always really interested in. It was British themed, and if you ask anyone, they will tell you how much I am in love with the English, so it was a trip that was long overdue.

Unfortunately, I hadn't met one Englishman the entire night, but my loneliness, sadness, and the small amount of alcohol in my system dominated my emotions.

I was determined to find another boy; someone to make me feel like I was attractive, interesting, and significant. On the prowl.

When I found a guy I thought was pretty attractive, things started to turn out well!

And then I was horrified.

Looks like I won't be doing that again for a while.

To make things worse, I woke up the next morning thinking about Freckles (aka the boy), of course.

Wonderful.

Trying to keep that optimistic attitude.

PS. Sorry for the wrinkles! I'll try to flatten my papers next time I use the water colors!