That has absolutely nothing to do with anything. For once I have a steady existence that isn't trying to test my will for homicide. Instead I have money, a job, a home, two kick ass roommates even if they aren't as cool as the last two... /B/ you know I mean you and the others don't exist anymore. Soon they REALLY won't >..> Nah they're miserable and struggling and I love it. Jordan had something to add to what you told me and it was glorious. I'm getting back into my art with a vengeance and now that I have a really kick ass scanner that rocks out at 4800 dpi I'm back in business. All of my sketches that were captured via pokeb- camera phone will be moved to scraps and the scans shall take over the gallery. I might even get back on my tablet and try to get some real work out there soon too.

In short "I always am" I'm in the best shape of my life benching apparently well over 290 without struggle. I need to test this further, I ran out of weights before I couldn't lift it anymore. I have money at long last and can even save it! No more paycheck to paycheck shit. I finally get to go to a con with  foreverchagrin runihura lizcuit and  littlegraytiger. I cannot wait to get some things done, start writing two stories to submit to Fimfiction.net "sue me I like ponies and I need to work on my writing" and some of the drawings to accompany them.

First one was a bit of internal struggle via Discord still alive and well within the cast leading to some disastrous results. Second one a story of the cast in a "One Flew Over the Cuckoo's Nest" tale. Patients in a hospital with their adventures actually real scenarios played out within the confines and how the real results were much less comical as they seemed. It will go DARK as I play out the series and into the storyline leading to a cupcakes style breakdown of our favorite party pony patient.

Also METAL CONCERT WITH  foreverchagrin AND  lizcuit TOMORROW NIGHT!!!!!!