Sunday, March 18, 2012

The Shit That Comes Out of His Mouth

While rambling on about the omnipresent blog revival, I informed Rey that I needed a new cartoon created for my profile (because, clearly, it’s that dated drawing over in the corner that’s impeding my ability to write).

I went on to inform him that I would not be meeting the artist in person because artists who draw caricatures for a living are cynical and judgmental. Instead, I asked that he find a good, skinny picture of me for the artist to work from. His response?

“We don’t have any.”

I love you too, honey.

5 comments:

hahabeatchahypochodria said...

your back!! woohoo! (thats me doing a lil dance jig for ya) not that i wish you to still be bombarded w/ hypo thoughts and feel the need to write, but its just nice to hear updates from a recovered (? insert better word choice)hypochondriac. and you can put up a drawing of ming btw...

Anonymous said...

Welcome back! This makes my day.

Sheri

Leila V. said...

Thank you for the warm reception! I’m thrilled my mental deficiencies can make others smile.

Rosslyn said...

Oh so good to see you back Leila, your posts make a fellow hypo feel less alone. :)

As for the netipot, surely... just boil the water or use bottled water? Come on, one needs to be a circumventing hypo after all...

Tournesol said...

Oh my gosh your back!! I was reading some old posts of my own and clicked on your name not really thinking there would be anything and here you are!!! Yay!!