This is a universal truth.
It’s high time for an anniversary edition of You Life, but since this just occurred to me and I missed the date by four months I guess this is just a retrospect.
You Life started with an instructional guide on how to devastate some PBRs and then paint a kitchen table. Memories
And to celebrate that momentous occasion in the old apartment I’ve unearthed some gems
That is an omnipresent specter presiding over the battle of zombies vs unicorns
The glory that was the kitchen – with the masterpiece center stage
A better view of the unicorn side, before the 6th grade notebook tagging joined the battle
Clear view of the zombie side. That zombie has a bloody unicorn tail in his palm
But I feel strongly that the unicorns prevailed
Happy anniversary, You Life!
Because I stole a co-worker’s hot sauce and made it into a baby.
Filed under doodles, food, work
Have you ever had the feelings for someone? Me too!
I am pretty shy at expressing my emotions, so I found the best way to share how I feel with that certain someone is to send a handmade postcard.
Like this one that I mailed to that special person recently:
nothing like drawing that person an adorable kitty
to let them know how you really feel.
Which, in this case, is disgust and disdain.
It’s the You Life version of Hallmark, always sending the very best. Also, cats.
What the dip is going on? First Davy Jones and now Larry Hagman? I am distraught. Highly highly distraught.
My childhood crushes are now dropping like flies. This could be because most of my childhood crushes were either musicians or actors from the 60s, but I refuse to acknowledge the limitations of: death, aging, and the absence of time travel. Also, yes, for many years – including a two year reoccurrence in my early twenties – I had an extremely significant crush on Larry Hagman as Tony Nelson in I Dream of Jeannie.
There was something about that stern face and constant disapproval that I found extremely appealing, even at a young age. This might be the genesis of my attraction to emotionally unavailable men, but –damn- if Tony Nelson didn’t look smokin’ when he once again verbally expressed his outrage at Jeannie’s bullshit.
What kind of fucked up nonsense are you going to get me into today?
So it is with a heavy heart that I bid adieu to my childhood dreamboat, Tony Nelson. I will never be able to spend endless hours watching seasons 1 & 2 after a night of whiskey drinking and not think of your scowling hotness with both fondness and regret.
May you dream of Janie. In heaven.
Also, this is a specific Tony Nelson love. I can’t abide by that JR bull.
Thanks for the memories
My love for you infuriates me!
Anyone who knows me has heard my undying hatred for pandas. I think they are the most passive aggressive animals that ever existed; I am entirely confused as to why we don’t let these little bastards just throw themselves, and their beary girth, into extinction.
I liked drawing an angry panda because I feel as though that’s what pandas are like under their placid demeanor, they burn with a secret rage because people won’t let them just kill themselves off. They refuse to fuck in the wild, they abandon their young in the small chance that they do copulate, and they are non-carnivorous bears. WHAT OTHER HINTS DO WE NEED?
…that being said I want to go to the Wolong panda reserve to let a baby panda hug train get run on me
Filed under Animals, doodles
You Life has been in mourning since leap year. The Monkees were an integral part of my development and are, most likely, why I am the way I am today (the good parts of me, not the parts that get confused for a homeless person).
And while it might seem unusual for a twenty-something to be so effected by this loss, I can confidently say that many life decisions I have made are because of the Monkees.
It explains my relationships
It shouldn’t matter that I was always a Peter fan:
I am taking the Davy news EXTREMELY hard. It has manifested, mostly, in crying and listening to “Daydream Believer” on an endless, tear stained, loop.
Also, it might have manisfested in spending an entire day at work making this. You Life never claimed they were an artist, but their love is true
Whenever I need to make a decision between two women, I will heed Davy’s sage advice: