After a really long time and a really simple fix, I’m back and I even made a new comic! Truthfully, this one dates back to Halloween (right around the time I broke the site), and there are more oldies coming, however, the new format is providing an exciting time of sexy magic and sorcery.
Whoops I did not update yesterday. Whoops I do not care most of my readers are trackback spiders. Hey you three people you are the best! (???? What could this mean?)
At any rate, I do not wish to be used as the basis for any claims towards Sarah’s aerobatic prowess or lack thereof.
Here exactly is what happens when a burrowing girl is ousted of her burrow. It is really hard to draw cigarettes when you’re making an effort of not smoking.
I am incredibly tired today despite actually drinking coffee for once and I’m seriously considering inventing a pillow with a television in it so I can more easily fall asleep while watching Goldfinger.
Although this isn’t exactly what Sarah said at the time, it’s probably more accurate, and I’m assuming this is what she meant. She must be some crazy sort of psychic if she could figure out this crucial fact when she’d been introduced to the people she was talking to not twenty four hours ago.
I must point out that now I am doing two days of three posts. (This is day two.)
Waiting on somebody so you can rock is a difficult feeling. Especially when you know you have a great measure of potential rock rolling around inside you. Also and even more especially when you tuned things and fixed things and actually wrote your songs.
I don’t have much to say of this comic. It is of a burrowing girl.






