Did I learn a lesson? *shrug*

I feel the need to write something, but I don't know what it is yet.

I have taken up pen and ink in a proper fashion, my CoH toons are kicking ass, I am willfully single. I will be looking for some sort of day job soon. Just something basic to pay bills while I focus on art. There could be ladies I guess,but I am really not looking for them. Dates maybe, but nothing epic.

That is what I have learned about myself. My whole life I have always wanted to be in love, to have that perfect lady in the perfect sitch, perfect in my perfect head. Right now, it is one of the last things I want. Too complicated, too sad, too "I have to do this to live up to the male end of the mating ritual". This all a great concept except all I can think of is: "Daaaaaamn they're hawt!" So that kind of cramps this whole self-reliant dream shattering post relationship thing.

I need money before anything happens anyway. So in the mean time, I am contemplating the nature of my art.

Pants.