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17 years ago
So I've got this weird issue with my thumbs. Specifically, my thumbnails. They're all weird and ridged, and they, uh, peel off in layers sometimes. And I bit my nails a lot, so I've usually got this little FLAP of thumbnail that I simply have to tear off. Sometimes it doesn't tear off at all, but works its way down, stripping off a large swath of the top layer of my thumbnail, until it reaches the nail bed. Then of course I have to tear it off, because going around with a big flap of thin, transparent thumbnail is bad for business. But sometimes it doesn't tear off cleanly, and leaves a slightly raised edge to the side. And I'm apparently a masochist, so I can't just leave it like that, so I pick at it until I can grab it, ripping it out along the nail bed until I reach the edge. Then I just rip the whole chunk out, because I can't really cut it off at this stage, and it tears a little piece flesh off with it, and my thumb gushes dark blood, and then I put antibiotic cream on it and bandage it up and type a journal about it while it throbs with a dull ache.
I've been playing a lot of Sims 2 lately. My sims' insipid little lives tend to be far more interesting than my own. My main sim at the moment, Felicia, was robbed one night by some fool with fishlips named Gordon. She eventually got over her hate that burned with the intensity of a thousand suns and befriended him. Then she murdered him in cold blood. Then she raised him from the dead as a zombie and fell in love with him all over again. A few nights ago ZombieGordon caught her flirting with the neighborhood robot, and is now pondering the injustice of sleeping downstairs in their little shop of horrors while she gets the good bed. He's also writing a tawdry novel based on his experiences, which probably has some choice passages, like:
"NNNYAARGH!," she said turgidly.
"BRAAAAINS!," he replied, in his usual sardonic way. It was their anniversary. He remembered.
I haven't drawn at all since my last upload. This is because I am SUPREMELY LAZY. Don't let anyone else tell you otherwise. To the two people I owe commissions to: THIS is why I insisted on not taking payments until I had at least finished a concept sketch! I blame genetics. On that note, there are also a few trades pending that I need to work on. I haven't forgotten. I just ... I suck, is all!
It's been a long week of chauffeuring. I'm glad it's over. Driving gets old really quick, especially when you're battling little old blind ladies in the parking lot.
Sam is meandering around my bedroom. He'll wander over to this small space between my bed and my nightstand, then meow at me like he's lost or something. Then he'll jump onto my bed and look all proud at himself for surviving such a perilous situation. Now he's in my closet, climbing into the unknown blackness. Such a brave explorer.
While rescuing Sam from my closet, I found a Star Trek/X-Men crossover comic book from '96. Why did I buy a Star Trek/X-Men crossover comic book in '96?
I've been playing a lot of Sims 2 lately. My sims' insipid little lives tend to be far more interesting than my own. My main sim at the moment, Felicia, was robbed one night by some fool with fishlips named Gordon. She eventually got over her hate that burned with the intensity of a thousand suns and befriended him. Then she murdered him in cold blood. Then she raised him from the dead as a zombie and fell in love with him all over again. A few nights ago ZombieGordon caught her flirting with the neighborhood robot, and is now pondering the injustice of sleeping downstairs in their little shop of horrors while she gets the good bed. He's also writing a tawdry novel based on his experiences, which probably has some choice passages, like:
"NNNYAARGH!," she said turgidly.
"BRAAAAINS!," he replied, in his usual sardonic way. It was their anniversary. He remembered.
I haven't drawn at all since my last upload. This is because I am SUPREMELY LAZY. Don't let anyone else tell you otherwise. To the two people I owe commissions to: THIS is why I insisted on not taking payments until I had at least finished a concept sketch! I blame genetics. On that note, there are also a few trades pending that I need to work on. I haven't forgotten. I just ... I suck, is all!
It's been a long week of chauffeuring. I'm glad it's over. Driving gets old really quick, especially when you're battling little old blind ladies in the parking lot.
Sam is meandering around my bedroom. He'll wander over to this small space between my bed and my nightstand, then meow at me like he's lost or something. Then he'll jump onto my bed and look all proud at himself for surviving such a perilous situation. Now he's in my closet, climbing into the unknown blackness. Such a brave explorer.
While rescuing Sam from my closet, I found a Star Trek/X-Men crossover comic book from '96. Why did I buy a Star Trek/X-Men crossover comic book in '96?
It's really fucking annoying. Just a word of advice if you can curb that habit.
My mom informs me that there's some kind of vitamin supplement you can take to make your nails stronger, but the side effect is that it'll make your hair grow faster, too. Having it cut once a month is a pain in the ass as it is.
If you have a vitamin store nearby (GNC, Vitamin Shoppe) you could ask the people that work there what vitamin it is that you need.
Oh, I forgot about the talkshoe on Thursday. Sorry about that. I got an invitation and everything.
Peeling fingernails doesn't sound too good. You need vitamins and stuff, yo.
I remember the Sims. I gave up on it, though, when being furry became more interesting. Sims cant have wild, fattening tentacle orgies.
Kitty<3
I don't know about Sims 2, but I recall being able to download different body meshes in Sims 1. I've seen furry meshes, and I've seen fat meshes, but not both together, unfortunately. You can, of course, makes your sims in Sims 2 fat by making them eat too much, but they never progress beyond a slight potbelly. WEAK.
Nah, s'cool. Consider yourself on the standing guest list, drop by whenever. :D
Sam sounds adorabibble But then, I adore cats (and I miss my family's cat to death).
Sam's awesome. He's El Gato Diablo Bandito.
By the way, I've been meaning to ask for awhile ... what IS that thing in your icon? It looks like an alien digestive system.
Ah, my icon
See, I don't have a fursona (I just like furry art a lot) so I had nothing to use as an avatar, but I didn't wanna have that sucky generic one anymore. So I doodled several really random ones. And when I got to this one I said to myself "Hmm. Kinda abstract, kinda WTF, strangely alluring, strangely alien, ambiguously sexual, vaguely intestinal (wink wink nudge nudge)... It's me!" Also (and again I thought of this after I drew it), it's an example of just how perverted I am. Because if that thing came up to me in a dream and started getting all <3 ? I'd be into that. Yes, I'm being completely serious.
Doug Winger style.
Generic: Hope you feel better about whatever it is that made you post this journal. Journals are all bout are ills, aren't they?
Speaking of which, I once got a nail through my thumb, and it left a pretty hole on the nail of my thumb. (Well it faded away over the course of years but still it was pretty in a freaky way)
Biting your nails is pretty bad too, don't you know how many filth you have touched with those fingers mister? >O
Nngh. I have a bad habit of chewing on my nails, and the skin AROUND my nails, so my fingers are all bloody stumps anyway. I guess I'm used to it.
That actually sounds quite kinky...
My fingers are actually very long and pretty, i've had girls saying to me that they are jealous of my fingers. :O