If I were more patient, talented, or willing to invest an seemingly large amount of effort, I would draw a web-comic. I love them. I have a whole folder of bookmarks dedicated just to them. What can I say? More than 80% of my procrastination time is devoted to reading, going through archives, and searching for new comics. Except for one... or three decidedly smutty comics, they all seem to follow people in their daily lives.
Hooked.
Here are some to get you started!
A Softer World, Octopus Pie, Subnormality (tres wordy), Girls With Slingshots
In other news...
I have never had long toenails. I peel them off instead of clip them, and I am ruthless when it comes to foot care. In fact... My feet are kind of intimidating (yes, I'm choosing that adjective). Callused beyond belief, adorned with short stubby nubs of toes, and able to tie shoe laces, they are a pair not to be reckoned with. This makes them... unappealing? Or. Rough... Dunno. They certainly don't look good in those strappy heel type shoes (which is fine, because I'd break my neck in those damned things).
I'm not particularly fond of people touching my feet. It makes me a little nervous. The idea of anyone's... typing it is hard... mouth *shudder* near my feet makes me balk. That's not right (for me, I mean. Everyone else can do what they want).
I'm going somewhere with this, I promise.
I want to grow out my toenails. This seems like an easy thing to do, but for anyone who pops their knuckles or bites their finger nails (oh yeah, I do those nasty habits too), it's easy to think of a time you didn't even realize you were preforming said nasty habit. When I'm nervous, I play with my toes. Bored? Toes. Reading? Toes. Eating? I could go on.
There's a long list of things I would like to stop and another of things I'd like to start.
I've been having a hard time with motivation lately. Things are simple enough. Complacency, my worst friend, though most reliable.
