This is about a weekend or two late, but we found our hyperactive, playful chihuahua a dream home: a nice lady running a daycare out of her home took him in. From what I last heard, he's doing great and he even has a new friend, a Shih Tzu, to play with...can somehow imagine a silly animated sit-com with that.

Now that I know Rosco is happy in his new home, maybe I can concentrate more on writing (and I think this proves I'd be f*cked if I ever had kids...). Still just writing mostly side notes and ideas for my unfinished projects, trying to find the drive to write.

I'm a bit overwhelmed with trying to re-start "Fawn". Got two different types of aliens from two different worlds, and with that comes different languages and high advanced technology and weaponry. Makes me wonder how George Lucas and Gene Roddenberry were able to come up with the languages, culture, politics, etc. behind the alien races and their home worlds they've created.

And RPG Maker is kicking my ass. Seems like the longer I tinker with it, the more ideas I get and more frustrated I get because I'm not at the level to where I can get done with a RPG Maker project in a week or a month like everyone else can.

...okay, I'm done. I seriously dunno how to end this journal o.o

Edit: Well yeah I do: how and why the fuck am I dreaming that I'm a cuntboy when in no way that's gonna work when I got two big jugs bouncing around?!