the holidays are not about my mother

GOD i'm so sick of people trying to shove my mother down my throat at the holidays. it's stressful, unnecessary, and downright patronizing. i'm old enough to decide with whom i do and do not wish to associate with, and my mother is one of the do-nots. why can't people just let it die? i'd love to spend the holidays with the remainder of my family, but like a turd that won't flush, it always comes back up.
i fucking hate the holidays now. more than i ever did in the past. it's almost not even worth it for me to visit. and as much as i try to enjoy my friends and family, there's always that dark spot creeping into the warmth of the season.

semester's almost over

so that means i'm macguyvering xmas presents and staying up late and being all sore. (although acupuncture helped today)
holidays make me feel all cold and shitty inside.
but anyway, more art. nobody reads this, but whatever, i must like talking to myself.
not much artwork, since i don't have photoshop back on the comp yet...