Leggings are pants too

The best pants may still be no pants. But leggings come right after!

If you're wondering, my new favorite leggings are from Suckers Apparel who were so sweet to ship to Europe even though they officially don't (yet).

Meet Mona

We had some sort of white elephant gift exchange raffle on our X-mas party last night. I got a very practical huge rubber tit. Needless to say I'd been dancing all night swinging it around. It was a huge hit with everyone. That tit has made a lot of friends and fans. And it keeps disturbing meeting people at my home:

It did get awfully dirty with all the hard partying and being thrown around and stuff. And it's super hard to clean! Googling "how to clean filthy rubber tit" didn't bring very helpful results...

A call

I don't know if she ever got my last letter.

Personal space

Brief intermezzo before continuing my little All-Praise-Korea series.

(Sorry, Mum, it's true - but I do love you very much!)

Sharing makgeolli (and other things)

Makgeolli is the best! This shit is *peeeep* delicious! I'm kinda glad we don't have it here - probably saved me from becoming an alcoholic.
I'm also really into that general "culture of sharing" in Korea. It's not only a really nice thing to do. You also get to taste a lot more different things. :)

Thank you, Blogger, for finally letting me post this *#?!^xgrarrrgh.

Hungry foxes, books and hanok

I fell crazy in love with 한옥 (hanok). They are so pretty! When I'm all grown up, one day, I'll live in one and offer Korean teas and read 만화 all day.

PS: Yes. I bought a children's book about a fox who likes to eat books and gets in trouble for it. Still trying to decipher it bit by bit. I'm glad it has lots of pictures.

One, two, four - GO, brain!

There you go. Glad I can count to three. Ahem. I think drawing is successfully killing my left brain hemisphere. Oh well. I want to drink 수정과 everyday. It's got cinnamon and persimmon and ginger - aaaall the good stuff!

한국을 사랑해요

I just recently got back from two fantastic weeks in South Korea. You might have to expect some more comics about my impressions...

On a sidenote: Mayyybe, one fine day, I will actually use proper materials and not have to confront you with those crappy scans of doodles in flimsy cheap notebooks (sorry!).

Vibaholic - can't say no.

The spirit was willing but the flesh was weeeeaaak...

... but... that must have been a heavenly sign, right?!

I also promised Sara to write a review for their website which I hope I'll soon-ish have some time for...

Oh, and just if you're wondering: this is about the Stronic 2. It's ... revolutionary!

Roller Derby saved my soul. And plyo killed my body!

Last Wednesday was my first day of (roller derby) plyo training. When we were supposed to "just walk" around for cool-down it seemed as if the connection between my brain and my leg muscles had been broken. @_@
It's been several days now and my legs still feel super weird when I walk (read: oh the paiiiiinnn!!!111!). However, the hopeless masochist inside me can't wait till next Wednesday.

OK, this conversation went awkward fast

(I want to point out that I don't find anything intrinsically wrong with being a sex worker. Just found it a little weird as a first guess after me mentioning that I have a decently paid job...)

Who killed Pinkie Pie

So, today after work I followed the spontaneous impulse to try saving some money by coloring my hair myself. Well, my bathroom now looks as if I had murdered Pinkie Pie. In an insanely cruel way. Not talking about my clothes, ear and neck.

Unfortunately, the box didn't include one of those disposable plastic "shower" caps so I layered cling film, aluminum foil and a trash bag and put a towel on top. Let me tell you, the whole thing was quite the process and a huge mess.

Nevertheless, I'm actually quite pleased how the color turned out - even without bleaching first:

I just really really hope the color doesn't wash out too fast. All this work...!!

Phone bitch - evil mode activate

One easy way to make me instantly hate you:

Dude. When you call, let's say a company, and a female voice answers - guess what! It doesn't necessarily mean that you're speaking to some sort of brainless human answering machine. She might actually be the professional you want to talk to!
Welcome to your worst nightmare. Or, as some like to call it, the 21st century.

PS: Dear sexist jerk, should you end up ordering a search report, rest assured that I will celebrate every identified prior art document detrimental to the novelty of your invention with a bottle of champaign. ♡

CoE: Easter (Holi) days

I've had some requests for more "what I did last week" diary comics, so here's some crappy depictions of my Easter holidays:

Day 2:

I changed my skates' wheels today and... OMG, so much manky lint and hair and... I don't really want to know what was all stuck there! The gym we skate in never seemed that dirty?

Regarding the Harry Potter audiofics: I've never really been into fanfics (too lazy not enough time to read all these pages), but since I found this site... (guilty pleasure alarm!! °////° )

Also: I don't ever want birthday cake again. Just give me a huge pile of nattoooooo! ♥-♥

Landlord letter heart attack

Quickie for means of processing:

This shit is real. Apparently, I misunderstood my contract and never ever paid operating costs since I moved in, plus there's a supplementary payment due to running costs having gone up. Holy shit.
My landlord was pretty nice about it though (as nice as a landlord could possibly be if you're owing him roughly a grand!), noting that he's sure it's just been a misunderstanding and offering payment per installments and stuff.
Still... TT﹏TT

Thank you, Granny.

This wouldn't have been possible without you. (OK, it would, but it also would have been a little less fun.)

And all this time I believed my nipples were piercing-incompatible! Dude, anything's possible! The world is full of miracles and awesome unicornglitterlove!

I learned a lot of fun facts about nipples in the course of this adventure - from the internet, the piercer and... my mom. But I guess I'll spare you more details about my nipples at this point?


EDIT: Wow, apparently, this was too dirty for imageshack (in case you couldn't see the comic - it had been removed)! Re-uploaded with... more suitable filename. Hope that helps! <3 p="">

The coffee trap

Will I ever learn?

It've got a similar thing with olives. I think they're absolutely disgusting but everytime I see some at a buffet I have to take a few because "these look kinda yummy". Just to find out that, yep, I still hate olives. Even these ones.

Genius at work

Still not sure how this seemed like a reasonable idea inside my head. Guess it happens to the best of us. (Maybe my brain was frozen.) Glad my boiler works again.

Pedicure fail - locate the error!

I really hate to waste things (I guess I got what I paid for).

If I only had the mad DIY skillz for this. Well, I might keep it, just in case...

Now for all you poor people who found their sudoku already filled out by the dog this morning - here's a little riddle: What's wrong with the sketch below? (This is so wrong, OMG, I'm such a scatterbrain, haha.)

Sometimes I concentrate so hard on details that I completely lose sight of... some really obvious stuff.

Anything less than (be)dazzling is a compromise

I've been pretending to be an adult working as a professional for a while now and looking back... my style of clothing has changed quite a bit over time:

Actually, I've become so (in)famous for my choice of colors that people seriously worry whenever I'm wearing anything less than neon.