Blame the Recession

Jealousy is probably the ugliest emotion. You are never so petty as when you're fueled by jealousy. You become obsessed; every quality about her is just another reason she's totally wrong for him. You even go looking for these reasons: secretly reading their conversations and looking at her pictures (fucking Facebook!), torturing yourself endlessly until you can finally find a flaw and say "ha!" But in the end, you're the pathetic one, aren't you? Because even now, he's probably with her, and you're left alone in your conviction and bitterness. And when he comes to you for help, confessing his doubts, don't celebrate too soon! It may seem like his relationship is failing, but even these little triumphs are only rejections in disguise. Soon enough, he'll be back in her arms, and you'll know she has won again. You've been pushed into the backseat of his romantic life, and you'll probably be stuck there forever, watching helplessly as he picks up girl after girl, each more awful than the next. Maybe at first, you'd only ever wanted to be his friend anyway, but now, friendship seems like nothing more than a consolation prize. Because through it all, even if you know him better than all his collective girlfriends combined, you're still painfully aware of always being held at arm's length.
-Amy

Home is Where the Heart is

I’ve always found loneliness to be a fascinating sensation. When you’re happy or sad or angry, you can generally pinpoint the source of your feelings. But loneliness seems to creep in unannounced in the night and by the time you wake up, it has already unpacked its things – like an unwanted guest that is bound to overstay its visit. Every day you wake up, lay in bed with eyes forced shut and hope that it’ll be gone when you open them. But alas, not today. Today you still find trashing your room; today it’ll still follow you to work and take up the seats next to you so of course you have to sit alone at lunch. Because loneliness breeds loneliness – when you’re filled with a sense of isolation and abandonment, you really just want to be alone. And even when you reluctantly surround yourself with people, you feel just like you do when you wake up in your cold bed in the morning. You can be on a perfect date with a really great guy, or locked in a passionate embrace with a stranger for the night – but in the end, you still feel alone. The paradox is particularly frustrating when being with another person actually makes you feel more alone. You seek out their company, but as soon as you leave, a flood overcomes you – and you realize that hour or two or ten will never be worth what you feel when it ends. But you can’t stop because you’re so tired of feeling alone. So no matter what you choose to do – become a recluse or seek out comfort – turns out that loneliness? Has nothing to do with being alone.
-Gal

You Want the Rest of Your Life to Start as Soon as Possible

Hello, hello. Look!--we haven't died, perhaps in spite of our better judgment. We hope missing us hasn't torn your heart out too terribly. We were just taking a little hiatus in the name of self-exploration. Now, I can't speak for Gal, but self-exploration in my case meant many nights sitting alone on my bed, staring blankly into my laptop, and emitting the occassional moan. This was quite reminiscent of that only slightly pathetic scene in When Harry Met Sally. But, for those of you who have seen that clinching speech he makes in the end ("When you realize you want to spend the rest of your life with someone...!"), you know that a little moaning can go a long way. I have no idea what I mean by that.

In any case, I believe--I hope--we have come up with some promising results! Our next little "project," if you will, is going to be an exposee on the subtleties of human emotion. This means, as Gal so eloquently put it, that each of our strips will focus on a feeling "other than happy or sad." Sounds positively stimulating, no? All kidding aside, though...we'd like to examine those emotions that are usually overlooked. The ones that you can't quite put your finger on. Or maybe your finger's already on it, and you're just hoping no one else notices. So we hope in this next series of strips, you discover something you can relate to. Enjoy!

(Also, I apologize that my writing skills have gone to shit. Shit.)
-Amy

Make Me a Sinner

Temptation. That red juicy apple dangling before your eyes with a big "Do Not Eat" sign glaring at you. It's not that you're confused - you know you shouldn't eat the apple. You know the consequences are probably awful and when you rationalize it, you realize that no apple could possibly be worth it. But as hard as you try to get away from it, to resist the urge to sink your teeth into its raw flesh, you can't get it off your mind. So you knit and you shop but you're always thinking about how delicious that apple would be; how mouthwatering, how refreshing, how satisfying. And you do what any ignorant, self-indulgent individual would do: you ask yourself "what's the worst that could happen?" I mean, you don't know for sure what the consequences are; you've just been told that they exist. The pleasure you could get from finally giving into your desires - finally holding that crimson fruit in your mouth, letting juice drip down your chin - is much more tangible than any fear of the unknown. Adam and Eve couldn't fight it, so why should you? So with the beginning of another year - another long year of rules and obligations - remember this: we've already been banished from Eden. What's the harm with taking a bite from an apple here and there? Embrace desire! And have a very happy new year.

The Fine Print

We're back!... sort of.

I Got an Icebox

Look At The Size of His Gun

Due to unforseen circumstances, we will start updating with new comics next week.