Lazy-Swarm-Pit-of-Doom

So I had this awesome blog almost ready to post when Father Figure left for a "business trip" (likely story) and took the ipad (AKA my drawing pad) with him.

Granted, it is his ipad, but dammit, I have to blog!

Now I'm stuck using Paint. Look at the nonsense!

Anyway, I've been working on a long post for you guys, but since Father Figure so selfishly stole my track pad, I'm thrown way behind. The blog in question should be up by Saturday.

I'll just entertain you with a strip about something that happened to me today.

When I got home from school today, I found a note from Mother Figure.

You see, in my family, a note from Mother Figure always contains the one thing everyone hates most: "Take the dogs out."

Why is this so terribly aggravating? Simple. I'm lazy. And I know when I see those words on that paper that I have to do what it says. Thus sucking me into a vast pit of gravity, pulling me aimlessly from my comfy makeshift couch cushion to the back door.

I'm lazy about a lot of things.

For example, I'll literally let my dirty-clothes-"pile" (the hamper is too far away) grow until it's physically impossible to live with. 

You see? It's like a sickness. 

Laziness is an awful problem. The worst about it? It bothers me! But guess what?

I'M TOO LAZY TO STOP BEING LAZY.

Vicious...cycle...of...doom....

I'd also like to point out that sushi is freaking delicious. 

I ordered my favourite foods based on how much I like them and if they go together:

That is all. Goodbye for now.

Ash