I don't understand this key on the keyboard.

I'm so fucking drunk right now. It's probably a blessing I can type. My suitemates kind of forced me into bed. BUT, AHAH, I have defied them, and gotten on LJ instead. LJ IS NOT BED, WOOHOO!

I'm having some trouble with those darn explanation...no exclaimation points. Bah. I think I'm going to go back to molesting my stuffed animals and rocking out to Madonna. Or whatever it was that was playing. I can already tell that tomorrow I will be regretting this drunkeness.

I shall not become an alcoholic. NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO.

I'm not sure this horse could actually support their combined weight...

So I said like ten years ago that I would post art and then I got distracted. Ooops. I'm not sure how I feel about this one either. The Wild Westchesters are kind of kicking my ass and I know I can draw better, so I'm a little miffed with myself.

( It involves a revolver (probably a Colt) and horse and the Winchesters, what's not to love )