The joy of Crayolas

so i was reading this cool article in the New York Times Magazine about graphic novels, and i realized that if i were to ever commission a graphic novel about my life, i would draw it myself and the medium would be Crayola crayons and construction paper.
i'm serious (or seriously messed up, you decide)
considering that the craziest and most bizarre things happen to me, as well as the fact that i can be a total blonde at least once a day (i do have blonde roots, y'know...), Crayolas would be a perfect medium.
yes....crayolas and construction paper. and i'd use stick figures and lots of action words. the chapters would be numerous and interesting. i could write about all my adventure in college. wouldn't it be great to tell drinking stories with crayons?

yeah, so that's just a random thought i was having and i'm killing time before going to work. actually, i'm stalling. but the sooner i go, the sooner i'll get it over with. but not really. i'll still be out of there by 12:30 (hopefully) no matter what.
*sigh*

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