Robot love.
Robot stress.
Robot distress.
Robot fears.
Robot needs.
Just robot life in general.
I remember staring at this older woman at work, not because I was a creepy dude. But I remember liking her hair. I wanted to try to draw it. Random.
So apparently it's not ok I wear my Gnarls Barkley shirt with a gun image on it at a company that makes fighter jets, tanks, and missiles.
Nothing is more creepy than a guy offering a girl another drink and she denies him but he tries again. CREEPY.