I am taking a Wilton cake decorating class this month, and I decided to put my favourite tshirt design on mine.

It is chocolate, with a marshmallow center.



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Joy for the sale! I've never been able to buy a shirt guilt free (even at stores) because I have no job, but I recently came upon a small buttload of money, and then this sale happened, and BAM. I'm sold, and so are some shirts!

For a while, it was a debate between Spoilt and The Morning After, and I decided on Spoilt at first, but then my boyfriend expressed a deep love for the rainbow-puking clown... then logic struck: This sale's not going to be around forever! So I bought both of them.

Then I plugged like crazy on my livejournal and myspace, and on a Harry Potter community (for the Spoilt shirt), and got enough referrals to get another shirt!

This time, I picked The Communist Party. I just need a few more referrals for another shirt, and I'm going to get It Makes Toast next :)

The end.

Complete in 250 words or less. Physical practicalities and human nature are to be respected. The Law of Conservation of Happiness may not be violated.

Classic villians (and only classic villains) may disregard everything after the word "less."


My favourite answers so far:

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[...] If not for the complete nihilism of it, I would say abolish humans.
I will settle for abolishing Howie Mandel.

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I would abolish property laws. I mean people can still own property and lock their doors but loitering in a bank from open to close... living in a tent pitched in front of future shop, bathing in fountains, living in your car on the highway off ramp, making a fire on the beach and roasting marsh mellows would be the norm.

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And the winner...
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[...] The old man who forgets his coupon until after the transaction is complete. The child who screams incessantly, every decibal of his tantrum a black mark on the child-rearing skills of its glassy eyed parents. The soccer momlet, a seventeen year old trophy-wife-in-training, for whom no road marker provides succor from her wild, unbidden forays twixt and twain the designated lanes of travel. Watch as her thumbs furiously scratch out the most unimportant of drivel into her "Sidekick" as her Mercedes SUV -an unearned reward for something so miraculous as aging sixteen years- screams down the fareways at sixty miles an hour. I sicken at the thought. With the power of God I would smite the lot of them. The cringing sycophants, the smug beaurocrats, the dogmatic parrots who so gleefully deal the opiate of the masses... None who displease me would be spared. The Hell I send them to would be a mercy compared to the shallow, worthless lives they lead.

[...] There. That ought to be more than 250 words, and in classic villain monologue. Have a nice day. :)

I just posted a type-tee idea called Lisido Ergo Sum. Some people will like it because it's latin, and some people will hate it because of the same reason. Some people will hate it because they don't know what it means, or because they do, and some people will love it for the same reasons, or at least think it's cute. I don't know.

Do you want to know what it means?

I made two designs from some of my sketches yesterday about Love (tm), or rather, No Love (c). Why? Because it's almost St. Valentine's day and it's tradition for me to bring people down from their lovey-dovey pedistals.
I don't celebrate it because I don't believe in loving someone more on one day than all the other days of the year. I have a boyfriend. I love him. What more does Hallmark want from me (besides my money)?
And to all you guys out there, let me tell you that one rose means as much as a dozen, and little box of chocolates will make your girlfriend feel like less of a pig after eating it (and will feel less guilty for breaking her diet resolution) than if she scarfed a giant box, so please, save your money, get her something useful, and if your girlfriend bitches, you know what she's really after.
Like I also say about engagement gifts; I won't accidentally lose a set of snow tires down the kitchen sink, and a diamond ring won't keep me from slipping on slushy roads.

My first submission is How To Be A Classic Villain (in 3 easy steps). It's pending approval, and I really hope it gets in. This is the first thing I drew in my brand new sketchbook, and I hope that it will mark a new beginning for me, since one of my main resolutions for the new year is to work on my tshirt designs.
I'm also still considered seasonal help at the bookstore, so in case I don't make the final cut, I would love to have some money rolling in for newfound bills (I got my first mobile phone last week, and I really want to move out of the town I'm in). Otherwise, I'll be forced back into the job-hunting world, which is infinitely more torturous than the working world.