Kitt and I just seem to going even though we burnt out last week but life just keeps coming. Well I guess I should bring everyone up to date on my life that's ever out of control. So starting way back, I met this chick Nikkia. She's hella cool and well an all around bad ass that is way in to anthropomorphic. Me and her are going to take this damn sub-culture over because damn it this culture need it to become a true art form. I mean we all put enough work in to it.
Moving forward in time She and I started making furry gear and well she's way faster then I am but the her motivation is inspiring to say the least. We work in our stuff right up to the moment of the con but I hit a snare... I was arrested on a DUI that kind of fucked everything and everyone. I'm so pissed off at myself for pulling something so stupid, I let everyone down.
Pick up and move on though right? I lost my dream bike in the whole deal which added to my heart break but whatever, after a crap load of screaming and getting my ass kicked Kitt and I were off to FC two days late. Ok this is where things start to blend together and I could be wrong. We show up and we see everyone standing there and no one sees Kitt or me so I try and check in but we don't know the room number. I yelled at Devon and wow everyone was stoked to see us, they all screamed as if a rock star just came on stage. It made me pissed at myself for making them wait and all that noise but also kind of happy they cared which was made more then obvious.
Kitt was like WTF is this I have gotten myself in to after a lot of explaining of what to do and don't do like the hot tub... *shivers* she was like dude this is wack but after all was said and done she had fun. We just wish we had more furry gear because all that I really had was my tail and my tats and template spots. :(

Drinking, drinking, dancing, drinking, furry porn, drinking, yiffing, sleep for 20 minutes then drink some more and go dance. That's pretty much the con in a nut shell.

Devon had the sickest panel probably in the entire con because he made the "funny" funny. If you weren't there you missed out, you really missed out. I think the next day me and kitt when to Santa Cruz and hung with my punk friends, I drank some more and got super happy which made me walk ghey... probably caught some of it at the con. On the way back to the con we were stuck in traffic for 2 hours because of the worst accident I have ever seen in my life, I hope that everyone was ok.
Sometime in there we went to San Francisco, talk about nothing but crazy people and chaos. I loved it but I was so tired from my 20 minute naps I took every night that it made things rough. Meeting up with Kris and Devon (writing as if you know them) we went to the Castro district, which was super fun and I got oggled a lot, that part kind of weirded me out which is super hard to do to me. The night was super cold and Kirs drove with the top down, what was so fun and it brought out Devon's true form, I can't say but you wouldn't be surprised if you found out.
The next day we flew out of that hole and damn yo, we haven't had time to catch up at all. I went straight from the plane to class and Kitt to work. It's been like that non stop. Anyways thanks for reading my crap and leave a comment because this is so glossed over version, that i have time to write. Peace and love everyone.