Bunnies bunnies bunnies bunnies...

Just sitting here thinking to myself... about bunnies. I love bunnies. I adore bunnies. I draw them so much that one would think I worship bunnies. I just think they're the very epitome of coolness and cuteness! I would share some photos of my drawings of bunnies but I'm afraid I don't have any right now. So you'll just have to suffer without the pleasure of seeing my drawings of bunnies. Bunnies bunnies bunnies bunnies bunnies bunnies bunnies bunnies bunnies bunnies bunnies bunnies bunnies bunnies bunnies bunnies bunnies bunnies bunnies bunnies bunnies I LOVE BUNNIES. Except I don't have the dexterity to write "bunnies" many more times.

Okay so maybe I'm a little obsessive. I prefer to think of it as processive. (Chrome tells me that's not a word.) In order for my brain to process something, I have to think about it a lot. Like all those other times before... with hamsters and American Eagle and ponchos and Owl City and the Legend of Zelda and art classes and heaps more that I can't remember-- I would think about these things an awful lot in order for them to find a solid position in my life. Like Mumford and Sons just recently, (I'm really having to push myself to listen to something else.) I think about it until I get tired of it and then it becomes something I moderately love or like or think about.

This isn't making sense... Darn. Anyway, I love bunnies and I'm drawing them a lot. Not real live-looking bunnies, but like, cartoony ones. My sad bunnies can make my sister cry. Hold on, I'm gonna come back with pictures...

Eesh that's a bunny overdose. Please ignore the song lyrics that accompany some of them...