I find alot of suck in workin' 'till 11pm, workin' 'till 11pm, workin' 'till 11pm, workin' 'till 11pm, and then coming in at 11am.

I got a solid three hours of sleep. My legs seem to have broken out in some sort of mind-grating red bump thing (looks like bugbites), my chapped lips are sucking hard, and so much bagging straight has damaged the skin next to my fingernails in 8 out of 10 fingers (One turned infected before I ever got home to treat it).

Also my dad has entered super bitch mode. He now takes every opportunity to blame me for not having a car, not having a license, not being in college, eating, breathing funny, whatever the fuck he feels like blaming me on this hour. Drunken assclown.

In lighter news, I have new viewers. Welcome aboard you two.

Why are you all so incredibly boring?

It's been forever since I've seen new art from you all, and even longer since I saw a journal that interested me.




In other news, concerning my own deadness, I'm working on her art (both in concept and on paper), and as soon as I finish something, it will come up. Look for a whole new Sasaki in the future, as well as a look back into my "D&D" line.

Today's my 18th birthday. w00t.

As you may have noticed, my site banner was changed. It's to represent the destruction of my old (dead) site, as I am rebuilding it as Renegade Productions, a site of stuff. Literature (Go now and read the short story "The Call of Mantorok", upon which the chapter novel in my deviations is based on), RPG material (both original work and D&D based), and who knows what else. I sure as hell don't.

Here's to the new site living on.

I can't say I'm likin' it.