I fucking hate bumping into my high school teachers. It's happened to me two or three times and it's always been awkward or infuriating. There's no in-between. "What're you talking about, FDM? I dunno about you, but I like my teachers and mentors. I'd love to bump into 'em like you have." Alright, listen, my teachers never tied me up and burned me at the stake or anything, but trust me, they were fucking insufferable. I was only at school because I had to be. I never planned to get attached to anyone, yet these fuckers tried their hardest to pretend they were my friends. "Stop fucking trying with me, man, just give me my work and leave me the fuck alone," I'd always mumble. I know, it's part of the job. They gotta uphold that friendly, happy facade, or else they'll be out on the street. If I was a teacher, I'd probably hang myself before I ever smiled in a classroom full of brain rotted, vicious teenagers, but I digress. I don't wanna have a relationship with my teachers, especially if it's outside of school. Otherwise it's just a waste of time and energy. "Wow FDM, if that's really how you feel, then that just makes you a fucking asshole. Have fun being an antisocial, piece-of-crap person for the rest of your life." Okay, that's fair, I can take that.

I'm going to the store with my mom in a few hours. Before I actually get my groceries, I think I'll just ask a random employee if they can help me pick out some fruits and veggies by the produce section, then I'm just gonna make as many dirty jokes as I can and act as clueless as possible. I'll probably pick up a random carrot or zucchini and say, "Man, this is a lot bigger than I thought! Just look at this girth and length. I bet my jaw would be so sore if I put this in my mouth." Or in other words, "OOOHH!! What a beauty! Oh, I've never seen one as big as that before! OOOHH!! What a woppeh! It must be eighteen inches long or more! It's such a lovely color, it's nice 'n' round 'n' fat! Whoever thought a marrow could grow as big as that? OOOHH!!"

Sometimes I wish I was rich enough to be completely exempt from law, that way I could just walk up to Elon Musk and publicly scalp him, pour salt onto his exposed skull cap, kick his crotch until his balls are reduced to soup, and beat him across the stomach with an aluminum bat until his piss runs red. *Sigh* A man can dream though... A man can dream...

I've been thinking... Do you ever feel like you're becoming a prisoner to your own hobbies? I've been working on something lately and... Honestly, I'm feeling less and less excited about it every day. I kinda just feel like a slave to my own art at this point. While working on my stuff, I've realized that there's no end goal, no satisfaction, none of that... Not to mention some personal bumps in the road that have been nagging me lately, among other things. I don't really know what else to say. I guess I'm just feeling really bummed, especially about things I don't wish to mention here.

Welp, new year means a new start. Welcome to 2025, folks, let's hope it's not as disappointing as the years before it. For those who don't know, I used to go by ProfessorPuffNadder on DeviantArt, but after I finished one final project, I decided to abandon ship and finally use my Newgrounds account. I would've started a brand new DeviantArt account, but let's just say there's some personal complications preventing that. "So whaddya do?" I'm a self-taught cartoonist. I sketch things by hand, but I use Ibis Paint for pretty much everything else. "What do you draw?" Whatever I want. In the meantime, stay tuned, folks.