Self-Portrait Doodles

Like a paper mirror

What do you get when you give a self-centered person with no meaningful art skills a pencil, paper, depression, and a shitty job? These kinds of doodles. Maybe it's a good thing I don't draw many of them anymore...I mean, for reasons aside from the fact that I no longer work as shitty of a job.

A lot of these are from Hourly Comic Day, which is probably still a thing every year on February 1st, hence the timestamps. You can imagine the fun and excitement I have on such days when I have the time to draw once an hour.

A light coffee stain on a piece of paper with a rectangular frame drawn around it to make it appear to be on a wall at an angle, with a cartoon version of me with blonde hair tied back, wearing a sweater, jeans, and a scarf, looking at the frame and thinking 'Hmm...'

A drawing of my my face, oval shaped with hair parted at the left and tied up in a bun in the back to the right, with a strand of hair hanging beneath it. There is no facial expression, just 'I DON'T CARE ABOUT MYSELF' written inside the face.

a large boot about to step on a small human shaped like me, with a caption in large writing 'I've never been more right about anything in life than my own insignificance.

a doodle in black marker of my head on a tiny body

a single-frame comic with '8 AM' at the top, of me lying in bed sleeping, face down on pillows with drool coming out.

me with shortish curly hair and a scarred and sunken face looking to the bottom left with my hands in my pockets with the word 'AGING' written down the right side

me from behind with a long brick road in front of me and the caption 'The path to boredom...' on one side of the road and '...is long and uninteresting' on the other.

an hourly comic for 6pm drawn in MS Paint of me in a puffy blue parka taking my sweet ass time crossing a street to get in the way of a car trying to turn

a very monster looking drawing of me, with pointy teeth and a pig-like nose, glaring down

Frame one: me in front of a radio microphone saying 'Welcome to Anxiety Chat. Today we're going to talk about...' Frame two: my face in paralyzed shock looking at the viewer. Frame three: my head on the desk as I scream 'FUCK I SHOULD HAVE PLANNED THIS BETTER'

an hourly comic for 9pm drawn in MS Paint of me in brown tights and a red camisole, dancing in various booty-shaking positions with the lyrics to I Am The Walrus in text

'Fun at the office' written in cursive at the top, with my face looking out of a fort built of office things like boxes of paper

a single-frame comic with '12 PM' at the top, of me from the neck down, in a puffy parka wearing snow boots and carrying a shopping bag, walking down a bridge with bouquets of flowers laid across the railing, and a caption pointing an arrow at the flowers saying 'Walking past a murder scene from the week before'

I'm posting this as a link instead of the image itself because it contains gun self-violence.

a light sketch of me looking to the left. the sketch is at a bit of a slant.

'#hourlycomicday 2 PM' at the top, me lying on my stomach with my chin resting on my hand as I stare at a toaster on a bottom shelf of a kitchen cart that's going 'tictictic'. I have a thought bubble with piece of toast and hearts in it.

a drawing of me from the side lying on the ground on my stomach, looking towards the viewer. text is written along the top of my body, keeping the shape of my ass, shoulders, head, and arm, saying 'on the floor you look sexier than standing, and somehow also in bed.

a single-frame comic with '7 PM' at the top, of me drinking from a carton, with a caption 'I don't need to justify drinking this chocolate milk.

a drawing of my curly hair blowing in the wind toward the right, on top of a faceless head and naked body from just above the nipple up (including my shrug emoticon tattoo), with my escaped facial features and black t-shirt blown off my body

#hourlycomicday 12 PM at the top, me in a puffy parka with the hood down, looking at a uniformed barista. Me: 'I need something to help me draw every hour on the hour.' Barista (named Alex, he was a cool guy): 'You should try some hallucinogens.'

me in a hooded raincoat with a belt around the waist, wearing sunglasses, standing on a rainy sidewalk with a rainy city street scene behind me

a comic on coarse paper drawn in pencil. Frame 1: me sitting at an office desk looking at a phone ringing. Frame 2: the top of my head as I'm hiding under the office desk while the phone is still ringing.

'#hourlycomicday 4 PM' My apartment, with shelves and a framed picture of Reginald and Beartato in suits on a wall to the left, with an archway next to it that leads to the bathroom door, which is open. You can see the tub and shower curtain, and my knees with my pants down to my ankles (as I was pooping), true story.

me having a heart attack, me lying on the ground with one eye open and a silly face, pretending to be dead as people around are horrified, me lying in a coffin with one eye open and a silly face, pretending to be dead as people sob over me at my funeral, then a tombstone saying R.I.P. Nege 1983-2014. At the bottom the text says FAKE IT 'TIL YOU MAKE IT

an hourly comic drawn in MS Paint for 7pm of me in front of a kitchen sink wearing yellow dish gloves. First I look at the empty dish rack. Then I look at the pile of dirty dishes. The third frame is the yellow gloves rested on the edge of the sink, with an empty dish rack on the right and part of the pile of dirty dishes visible on the left.

My slightly smiling face looking off into the distance with a thought bubble that imagines me crashing through the window of a cubicle farm shouting 'HAHA SO LONG SUCKERS!'

A statuesque muscular man with me biting his flexed bicep and hanging onto his arm

hourly comic drawn in MS Paint for 8pm, of me lying on a brown couch wearing a black blanket with skull and crossbones on it. A speech line from the TV says '...to boldly go where no one has gone before' and then I start singing 'doo, doo-doo-doo, doo-doo-doo, doo-doo-doo-doo-doo DOO DOO DOO, DOO DOO DOO DOO'

a dog squatting in poop position next to me, in a parka with a fluffy rim around the hood, with the poem 'roses are red / violets are blue / your unconditional love / is worth picking up your poo'

Frame one: Me at a desk, almost completely behind piles of paper: 'Oh man, I sure have a lot of paperwork at my desk.' Frame two: same desk, me holding a lit match. Frame three: the desk in one giant flame. Frame four: me with ash on my face but no paperwork on my desk, smiling

a single-frame comic wtih '9 PM' at the top, of me shrugging with the caption 'all out of ideas'