So….I haven’t been updating on here cause my drawings suck right now, and I can’t think of what to write, so I wrote something, and decided to put it on here. Cause really, I’ve always had a fasination with being able to talk to inanimate objects, and having some kind of conversation.
Home Computer: ”Ivie, you haven’t moved in twenty minutes. What are you doing?”
Ivie: “I’m thinking of what to post on Tumblr.”
H.C.: “How about those sketches you’ve done of your characters?”
Ivie: “Nah. They’re just not ready. I need more practice.”
H.C.: “Well then, how about some poems?”
Ivie: “I haven’t written any lately.”
H.C.: “Older ones?”
Ivie: “Oh, yeah. I can do that!”
H.C.: “Why haven’t you?”
Ivie: “I’d have to go upstairs, and you know my brother…he’ll come over and go onto his setting and I won’t be back on here until Lord knows when.”
H.C.: “True. What shall you do?”
Ivie: “I could put our conversation on there!”
H.C.: “Really? You spent twenty minutes blankly hunched over a keyboard to write out some conversation you had? You arew odd.”
Ivie: “I’ll pretend that’s a compliment.”
And now here I am, typing away. I really need to figure out what I will do on here, otherwise there’ll be a lot of conversations with my home comutper (or other objects!) on here. Yikes. I feel like I sound like I have no life!