Today you're lucky enough to see the third part in a series of me, sitting in the right corner of the picture with the same face thinking about the same stuff...
First there was this: 02/25/2012
You know what he answered to that question of mine?? Know what??? He said that maybe the Oldstyle fonts are even capable of that.
Then in the summer I got to this conclusion: 06/23/2012
Then – just to make completely clear that I am not normal – there was this:
... and thus starts the very last week of me posting 365IPs.
Drawing #1
Do you remember
Dóri? Well...
Drawing #2
1st part of this:
02/25/2012
God is surely a loving God for taking so much crap from us people so patiently. Especially considering the huge gap between his knowledge and ours.
You know the thing they always tell people like me: “you are not a waste, you're just special, and you are beautiful this way” and stuff. As if “special” had become a synonym for freak.
But you know how it works: when you're trying to get a job, that kind of “specialness” is not desirable, thank you very much. So being an extremely shy, extremely clumsy person with extreme phobias, my only hope is to – somehow, magically – become someone else before I step foot in a job interview.
I guess, getting shocked by fear in the edge of the town (one of my inborn phobias); getting some manure in my freshly-washed hair; getting completely lost, then realizing that I went out of the town on the wrong road; being 20 minutes late; then not being able to speak about how awesome I am (which I am of course not, but which every not awesome person must testify on a job interview), or – not being able to speak about anything –… I guess these exhaust the concept of being myself. I won't be a secretary at Boros és Fiai Ltd
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It is kinda my personal interpretation of a song from a German band called Wir Sind Helden
. It's point originally is a lot different tho.
