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.

Hell Hath No Fury

Get Stronger Meds

It Was a Graveyard

The Real Justice League

ps: fuck you alice =)

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Some Things ARE Black and White

Gasp! We have returned! For the next few days, Amy and I will be posting last year's (read: shitty) comics in preparation for our newly made ones. Basically, these are the ones that never quite made the cut. So come back next Saturday for new and improved comics!

We hope you missed us. So much it hurt sometimes.

Autumn is a Lonely Season

“When it’s dark enough, you can see the stars.”

– Persian proverb

There are many different kinds of pain in the world: physical, mental, emotional. And even though our emotions are so much less tangible than our bodies or our minds, somehow when they hurt, they hurt the most. But even emotional pain comes in so many varieties. You can be rejected, insulted, ignored. You can feel great loss or disappointment. Or the cold sting of betrayal. But it’s not just the source of the pain that matters: it’s the reaction. There can be broken hearts and then there are hearts that are simply beaten down. Trampled on. Walked all over and poked and prodded and squeezed until there is no spring left in the muscular tissue that used to pump life through your veins. The broken hearts stop -- they take a break to recover and come back almost as good as new. But being trampled on doesn't feel like enough to make you stop. It hurts in ways you can't imagine enduring, but just not in a way that makes you retreat. There’s just enough left over that makes you want to hold on despite everything -- despite the fact that what used to pump life now just twitches once in a while. And that? That’s the worst kind of pain. The kind of pain that takes everything out of you but doesn’t wake you up to reality. Doesn’t make you think: why the fuck am I putting up with this. Instead, you take the pain, wherever it’s coming from, and you keep getting back up, acting as if you aren’t hurt just because you haven't shattered. Not because you want to protect your pride… but because your brain just hasn’t gotten the message that hey, maybe this isn’t supposed to feel like this. So yeah, there are broken hearts and broken bones and they all heal eventually. But we have to let things break before we can try to put them back together.
-Gal

Maybe I'm Just Being Picky

"I read hands to tell your past;
Each scar marks a story
worth telling..."
-Sarah Kay

Too Bad I Had AIDS

Aren't they cute? But deadly.

Quid Pro Quo

I wanna fuck you so loudly the neighbors cum in their sleep.
Wanna do things that are only legal because
no one's ever thought to pass laws against them.
Lover, if you're willing to go to prison for the shit you do to me
I promise I will never turn you in...
-Rachel McKibbens and Marty McConnell

Mine Are Bigger

Maybe it's just me, but it always seems like there are moments when you know you need to confront a problem. The gaping hole in conversation begs for it. And it's not something fun, and chances are the conversation won't end well, but as long as you stay silent, nothing will be resolved. So you wait. You stall, make jokes, convince yourself that next time you'll find a better opening to bring it up. But you keep pushing 'next time' back. And by now, you already know exactly what you want to say. Why? Because instead of talking about the issue with someone who needs to know it, you talk to your friends - stay in the comfort zone. The sentences are in your head, rehearsed, and by now, a part of you wants to forget the whole thing because it's been done to death. You know your lines, and you can guess theirs with what you assume is perfect accuracy. But you shouldn't just let it go. Because sometimes, you're wrong. So rarely do we take the plunge and have that difficult discussion, that we don't realize: people can surprise you. Sometimes, they're just as eager as you to deal with the issue; and someone needs to be the bigger person. So embrace the mortification! Because the alternative could be losing someone forever.
-Gal

How Do I Tell You

For Everyone to See

She Always Ruins the Moment

For anyone who's interested, this comic is clearly not based on actual events. It's impossible to think tiff is sexually inadequate. She's a freak in the sack.