My brain is rude but stabbing is awesome. This title will make sense later. Maybe.

I stayed up late again to write something for you guys. Because you, Internet buddies, are awesome.

It's been like what? A month since I gave you an awesome-ish blog post and guess what? My brain is being kind of a brat.

I was asking super nicely, like the sweet little me, for a topic and my brain was like:

So I gave Brain the puppy dog eyes.

Disappointment ensued.

Super rude. Brain? You have an attitude problem. Just saying.

So anyway, since my brain hasn't been very cooperative these past few weeks, I decided to try to draw some stuff first and TRY to come up with a story later.

Did I tell you two of my cousins came to visit? So we have a 9-year-old girl and a 6-year-old boy in the house.

You're probably wondering why I had to tell you that.

It's because what you're about to see (or hear. No. Read?) has something to do with that very vital information.

I was minding my own business, trying to draw cartoons when these two kids decided to watch and ask a lot of questions. Can you imagine how hard it is to concentrate when there are kids yelling beside you, asking a lot of questions? Especially when Brain is being kind of villain-y.

First, Brain is being mean to me and then this?

This made me very, and I mean VERY, angry.

The solution?

I thought maybe, just maybe, if I stab something, it would make me feel better.

That would probably make me a cereal killer. Pretty bad ass.

Technically, this is still a blog post. With drawings. Winning!

Take that, Brain!

Also? Fuck you for being stingy.