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Late Birthday (Announcement, Too)
2 years ago
Greetings, Everyone. My birthday was actually on the 12th but I wasn’t on that day sooooo I am here now. -Woooooooo!- That was a party horn sound. Help yourself to some cake. Some people celebrate a birthday WEEK. I’m just trying to celebrate on a day I might actually be happy which is any time I get to see you all. I didn’t get cake or nothing from my Dad. He told me Happy Birthday and that’s it. No cake even if I was gonna pay for it. Really makes you feel validated and loved, huh? Didn’t even hang out with me. That’s fine.
I only have ONE fucking iota of good news and that is I have regained my creative spark to continue writing in spades. I didn’t write for a while because I’ve honestly been feeling. Well. You tell me. You’re my therapist, right? I’m kidding. I’ve been feeling like Jim Belushi’s career. More dead than a Duracell Battery. More like Turdacell. I have trades, commissions, original content, series continuations, new series content, and SO. MUCH. MORE INCLUDING A NEW PSA STORY! My stories are longer, they got better jokes, and some of the best fetish story ideas ever done. I’ve really outdone myself. Please, Read the “Lottie Tush” story. I worked hard on it and it’s been my new favorite thing I have done.
I want to PERSONALLY thank anyone and everyone who has been so patient with me during this time. It honestly means more than anything to me. I know some of you have been waiting a while so PLEASE feel free to poke me and I’ll tell you where I’m at, where I’m going, and try to make it up to you with some free stories/discounts/or a personal kiss on the mouth from yours truly! Pucker up big boy/girl! Some of you have been more patient than others. I have a few who has been waiting since last year, but you know, I ain’t a machine. I try to write everyday but even then, man. I’m behind, I know, and I’m catching up. I’m going to try and shove as many stories down your gob and FORCE QUALITY DOWN YOUR THROAT! YOU’RE GONNA CHOKE ON QUALITY!
What’s the announcement besides me returning? Well, Fella…What’s the female term for a fella? Is it a shella? Yeah. Fellas and Shellas…I am going to reopen comms now officially because my last journal I basically said “I’m done with this shit” and left the Eric Andre show. I need the cash and I do NOT want to start a fundraiser. I wanna earn my money even if takes a minute to get back on the horse. If shit gets real bad, which it is, I might make a GoFuckMe or some shit like that. LAST. RESORT. I don’t wanna beg for money. I wanna work myself to death. That’s the American way. Sadly the last resort is usually the only one ever open. I am basically open for trades/comms/and etc again and gonna try and shimmy down my comm list until it’s completely clean like a Zoo Pals Plate. OINK OINK! Expect a lot more WEIRD, fucked-up, unusual, and experimental shit and ideas on top of everything else.
I’m going to do something new on both Deviantart/Furaffinity called DVD Commentary where I leave a comment/paragraph in the description giving you a behind the scenes look at writing one of my stories. It could be the inspiration of the character, fun facts, extended lore, answering questions, etc!
My living situation is shite. Imagine living with a banshee from hell and John Rambo. Sounds like a great sitcom? It’s not funny. Opposite of funny. No studio audience either. I am trying to find a better place to live. I’m going to try bunking with my aunt, since she’s basically my second mom, and try to help my Grandma in hospice. If that happens, cross your fingers because goddamn I need a W, I will have internet again and can be HERE! TO INTERACT! AND KEEP MY WRITING ALIVE! DON’T LET THE FLAME DIE OUT! You might say that I have been a teensy-weensy bit depressed lately. The thought of playin’ russian roulette with a fully loaded revolver is becoming a more entertaining idea. You know why I don’t? Really? Do you really wanna know why I don’t just end it? You. Yeah, You. The random dude who follows my shit and likes all my pretty songs. The guy who favorites and comments on everything that I make. The people and friends I made along the way since I started. You keep me alive. I don’t have much to live for EXCEPT for you. Take that to the bank. It’s why I’ll never close up shop, or stop, or even enjoy taking a mental health hiatus. YOU keep me alive. What do I got to live for? My father treats me like trash, I lost everything I ever owned in a fire, and God himself pisses on me every chance he gets. I’ll never stop making characters, doing stories, interacting with the fetish community, or just being around even if I’m not a talker. I’ll always be here for you. I’ll die, one day, but it’ll be a long time. If I live to be 90? You’ll see “The Doughy Noir Detective Part 100” in your inbox…if you live that long. Some of you are younger than me. Tis’ a possibility. Let’s not think about mortality, hm? You curious about my age? YOU REALLY curious? Ugh. 23. THERE. HAPPY? I’ll never say my age again. I like people thinking I’m older. I don’t know why just…humor me, okay? Some people lie they’re older or skinnier….I prefer to keep my age vague. I don’t care if I get a better job, or become a TV writer like I always wanted, or anything of the sort. I’ll keep making stuff for you even if I have to do it on an alt account. You saved me from suicide. You. YES, YOU. You may not realize the impact you have in life until someone spells it out for you. Comments, likes, just…positive shit keeps me alive and going. If even one person enjoys my shit? I would keep doing it for that single guy. You are all pretty much my family now in spirit. I wake up everyday just for you. My friends. People I know. That’s it.
You know it’s true, right? I always wanted to write for TV. Let’s talk. You and me. Nobody else. Hey, friend. Wow, you’ve grown taller! How’s your life been going? …. I’m glad/sad to hear it, man/woman. I was raised by TV ever since I was a child. I spent most of my childhood watching PBSkids, FOX, and other shit because we didn’t have cable. I went to a friend’s house or, like, a relatives to watch the good shit. My uncle, bless his wonderful heart, used to record VHS tapes so I can watch shows on Jetix and ToonDisney. They’re…probably gone now. I haven’t looked at the wreckage and I don’t think I can handle it. Mentally, I mean. I spent more time with the TV than anyone else in my life. I grew to love the characters like they were my own family. Am I the black sheep of the family? The entire fucking tree is dipped in ink. Yeah, Big shocker. The furry is the goddamn weirdo. I don’t just care about television…I fucking worship it. I don’t, can’t, or won’t relate to people. I can only relate to fictional characters. I don’t wanna be human, mortal, flesh, or bone. I wanna be a sitcom character or cartoon. I feel trapped in my own body. All I genuinely wanna do is entertain people. That’s it. I don’t care about life, or death, or being miserable as long as I can make an entertaining product that people can enjoy or love. Characters that they will remember and adore. That’s all I genuinely want. I’m not an artist so I have to do it the old fashioned way by commissioning other talented people just like you do. I could maybe learn one day. My art skills have “improved” but I’m still at 5th grader coloring book levels. Wouldn’t THAT be something? Imagine ME being a fetish artist. Ha-Ha-Ha. THERE WILL BE CHAOS AND TERROR ON THE STREETS.
This isn’t a very Happy Birthday, is it? Shittiest one I have had. I think the clown just hung himself. Let me ask you a question. Do you value your own happiness over someone else’s happiness? Would you let someone be happy even if it meant that, by doing so, your entire life would be absolutely miserable? Not just now but for the rest of your life? Would you care about someone that much even if they treated you like shit? Would you sink money, time, and effort into someone only for them to abuse you EVEN if they, once upon a time, were someone who loved and cared about you? Would you want to stay loyal and remember them as a good person or would you rather accept the fact they aren’t the same and will never be that person again? Would you stick by them? Answer me honestly. I wanna know.
Let’s recap this depressing birthday party that should include napkins with the suicide hotline on it.
I am going to be trying to find a better place to live to come back online.
I’m going to be uploading a ton more EVERY few weeks.
My comms/trades/etc are open again. (I didn’t close them but it SOUNDED like it sooooo …oops. Meh. I needed the break anyway.)
I’m grinding down my humongous backlog.
Doing DVD Commentary on DA/FA
Expect more personal projects on top of everything else.
Thanks for coming to my sad as fuck birthday party.
I love you all. (Only slight homo)
That’s it. Finished the cake? Good. Don’t forget to take a gift bag on the way out. They’re all full of fun stuff and freebies…EXCEPT FOR THE BOMB BAG. MWAUAHAHAHA! Hey, you wanna play Fuck The Donkey in the ass or naked Twister or something? -The camera shakes to indicate you are saying no- Okay, fuck you then. How about we play… Guess how many times the guy in the Spider-Man costume stuffing free chips into his pants got arrested? -The camera walks out of the room and slams the door- YOU’RE NOT INVITED TO CHUCK E. CHEESE LATER, YOU BITCH!
I only have ONE fucking iota of good news and that is I have regained my creative spark to continue writing in spades. I didn’t write for a while because I’ve honestly been feeling. Well. You tell me. You’re my therapist, right? I’m kidding. I’ve been feeling like Jim Belushi’s career. More dead than a Duracell Battery. More like Turdacell. I have trades, commissions, original content, series continuations, new series content, and SO. MUCH. MORE INCLUDING A NEW PSA STORY! My stories are longer, they got better jokes, and some of the best fetish story ideas ever done. I’ve really outdone myself. Please, Read the “Lottie Tush” story. I worked hard on it and it’s been my new favorite thing I have done.
I want to PERSONALLY thank anyone and everyone who has been so patient with me during this time. It honestly means more than anything to me. I know some of you have been waiting a while so PLEASE feel free to poke me and I’ll tell you where I’m at, where I’m going, and try to make it up to you with some free stories/discounts/or a personal kiss on the mouth from yours truly! Pucker up big boy/girl! Some of you have been more patient than others. I have a few who has been waiting since last year, but you know, I ain’t a machine. I try to write everyday but even then, man. I’m behind, I know, and I’m catching up. I’m going to try and shove as many stories down your gob and FORCE QUALITY DOWN YOUR THROAT! YOU’RE GONNA CHOKE ON QUALITY!
What’s the announcement besides me returning? Well, Fella…What’s the female term for a fella? Is it a shella? Yeah. Fellas and Shellas…I am going to reopen comms now officially because my last journal I basically said “I’m done with this shit” and left the Eric Andre show. I need the cash and I do NOT want to start a fundraiser. I wanna earn my money even if takes a minute to get back on the horse. If shit gets real bad, which it is, I might make a GoFuckMe or some shit like that. LAST. RESORT. I don’t wanna beg for money. I wanna work myself to death. That’s the American way. Sadly the last resort is usually the only one ever open. I am basically open for trades/comms/and etc again and gonna try and shimmy down my comm list until it’s completely clean like a Zoo Pals Plate. OINK OINK! Expect a lot more WEIRD, fucked-up, unusual, and experimental shit and ideas on top of everything else.
I’m going to do something new on both Deviantart/Furaffinity called DVD Commentary where I leave a comment/paragraph in the description giving you a behind the scenes look at writing one of my stories. It could be the inspiration of the character, fun facts, extended lore, answering questions, etc!
My living situation is shite. Imagine living with a banshee from hell and John Rambo. Sounds like a great sitcom? It’s not funny. Opposite of funny. No studio audience either. I am trying to find a better place to live. I’m going to try bunking with my aunt, since she’s basically my second mom, and try to help my Grandma in hospice. If that happens, cross your fingers because goddamn I need a W, I will have internet again and can be HERE! TO INTERACT! AND KEEP MY WRITING ALIVE! DON’T LET THE FLAME DIE OUT! You might say that I have been a teensy-weensy bit depressed lately. The thought of playin’ russian roulette with a fully loaded revolver is becoming a more entertaining idea. You know why I don’t? Really? Do you really wanna know why I don’t just end it? You. Yeah, You. The random dude who follows my shit and likes all my pretty songs. The guy who favorites and comments on everything that I make. The people and friends I made along the way since I started. You keep me alive. I don’t have much to live for EXCEPT for you. Take that to the bank. It’s why I’ll never close up shop, or stop, or even enjoy taking a mental health hiatus. YOU keep me alive. What do I got to live for? My father treats me like trash, I lost everything I ever owned in a fire, and God himself pisses on me every chance he gets. I’ll never stop making characters, doing stories, interacting with the fetish community, or just being around even if I’m not a talker. I’ll always be here for you. I’ll die, one day, but it’ll be a long time. If I live to be 90? You’ll see “The Doughy Noir Detective Part 100” in your inbox…if you live that long. Some of you are younger than me. Tis’ a possibility. Let’s not think about mortality, hm? You curious about my age? YOU REALLY curious? Ugh. 23. THERE. HAPPY? I’ll never say my age again. I like people thinking I’m older. I don’t know why just…humor me, okay? Some people lie they’re older or skinnier….I prefer to keep my age vague. I don’t care if I get a better job, or become a TV writer like I always wanted, or anything of the sort. I’ll keep making stuff for you even if I have to do it on an alt account. You saved me from suicide. You. YES, YOU. You may not realize the impact you have in life until someone spells it out for you. Comments, likes, just…positive shit keeps me alive and going. If even one person enjoys my shit? I would keep doing it for that single guy. You are all pretty much my family now in spirit. I wake up everyday just for you. My friends. People I know. That’s it.
You know it’s true, right? I always wanted to write for TV. Let’s talk. You and me. Nobody else. Hey, friend. Wow, you’ve grown taller! How’s your life been going? …. I’m glad/sad to hear it, man/woman. I was raised by TV ever since I was a child. I spent most of my childhood watching PBSkids, FOX, and other shit because we didn’t have cable. I went to a friend’s house or, like, a relatives to watch the good shit. My uncle, bless his wonderful heart, used to record VHS tapes so I can watch shows on Jetix and ToonDisney. They’re…probably gone now. I haven’t looked at the wreckage and I don’t think I can handle it. Mentally, I mean. I spent more time with the TV than anyone else in my life. I grew to love the characters like they were my own family. Am I the black sheep of the family? The entire fucking tree is dipped in ink. Yeah, Big shocker. The furry is the goddamn weirdo. I don’t just care about television…I fucking worship it. I don’t, can’t, or won’t relate to people. I can only relate to fictional characters. I don’t wanna be human, mortal, flesh, or bone. I wanna be a sitcom character or cartoon. I feel trapped in my own body. All I genuinely wanna do is entertain people. That’s it. I don’t care about life, or death, or being miserable as long as I can make an entertaining product that people can enjoy or love. Characters that they will remember and adore. That’s all I genuinely want. I’m not an artist so I have to do it the old fashioned way by commissioning other talented people just like you do. I could maybe learn one day. My art skills have “improved” but I’m still at 5th grader coloring book levels. Wouldn’t THAT be something? Imagine ME being a fetish artist. Ha-Ha-Ha. THERE WILL BE CHAOS AND TERROR ON THE STREETS.
This isn’t a very Happy Birthday, is it? Shittiest one I have had. I think the clown just hung himself. Let me ask you a question. Do you value your own happiness over someone else’s happiness? Would you let someone be happy even if it meant that, by doing so, your entire life would be absolutely miserable? Not just now but for the rest of your life? Would you care about someone that much even if they treated you like shit? Would you sink money, time, and effort into someone only for them to abuse you EVEN if they, once upon a time, were someone who loved and cared about you? Would you want to stay loyal and remember them as a good person or would you rather accept the fact they aren’t the same and will never be that person again? Would you stick by them? Answer me honestly. I wanna know.
Let’s recap this depressing birthday party that should include napkins with the suicide hotline on it.
I am going to be trying to find a better place to live to come back online.
I’m going to be uploading a ton more EVERY few weeks.
My comms/trades/etc are open again. (I didn’t close them but it SOUNDED like it sooooo …oops. Meh. I needed the break anyway.)
I’m grinding down my humongous backlog.
Doing DVD Commentary on DA/FA
Expect more personal projects on top of everything else.
Thanks for coming to my sad as fuck birthday party.
I love you all. (Only slight homo)
That’s it. Finished the cake? Good. Don’t forget to take a gift bag on the way out. They’re all full of fun stuff and freebies…EXCEPT FOR THE BOMB BAG. MWAUAHAHAHA! Hey, you wanna play Fuck The Donkey in the ass or naked Twister or something? -The camera shakes to indicate you are saying no- Okay, fuck you then. How about we play… Guess how many times the guy in the Spider-Man costume stuffing free chips into his pants got arrested? -The camera walks out of the room and slams the door- YOU’RE NOT INVITED TO CHUCK E. CHEESE LATER, YOU BITCH!
Back when I was little, I didn't have cable either, so FOX, PBSKids and the like were also my choices for television...along with sneaking in views of stuff like Futurama because back then, you're starved for some cartoons as a kid y'know...
The little commentary blurb sounds fun, writers don't usually give much note on their stories so that sounds like a little extra fun read at the end of each one.
I can't wait to read Doughy Noir Detective part 100!