Back from the latest of my travels and adventures. I am extremely tired, I got home from the airport at 2:30am and had to be at work at 8am.

This was a VERY important trip for me. It was necessary to put much about my life into perspective, and gave me important inspiration about how to proceed with my artistic/musical endeavors. I had lost my path, but certain things make much more sense to me now.

Glancing over literally hundreds of submissions and journals since last checking on Wednesday. It amazes me the amount of stuff that goes up here in a short time. Nearly a thousand journals in less than a week, and very few really have much to say. One reason is because I feel the need to watch every babyfur and diaperfur that I come across, plus artists that draw them, artists that randomly post weird stuff I like, and watching-back most of those who add me.

I do have to skim over a lot of stuff, except for the whining from lazy losers about their pathetic wastes of lives, and stupid pointless dramas perpetuated between mongoloids. (Why yes, this is a pep talk!)

Those are always my favorites. Everyone else can say how much they hate drama ...bullshit! Tabloids sell, as do soap operas. Without drama, our lives would be boring, and furry drama is pretty damn tame compared to most of the other scenes in which I participate.

Those who I love and admire, you know enough to laugh and not take my aggressive hatred of all humanity seriously. (If you do feel butt-hurt, I hope it's because he was well hung, or she had big knuckles.)

Although, I hope I pissed somebody off just a lil bit, I have a fake "bad boy" image to uphold as I sit here my tiny nerdy self in a soaked diaper.

I used to want to be a drugged-out psychotic street musician (move along bitch, this is MY corner!)