Semi-reviving this page to post my OC's and Commissioned art~ I don't write much anymore, and I had to sell my camera a long time ago...

A hobby of mine...thought I'd start positing the pictures I take here, in between my far off written word posts! Thoughts?

I dislike the fact that I cannot draw well enough to get what is inside my head out. I have an idea, so perfectly clear, and yet, I have to find someone to draw it for me. Anyone reading this? Haha. I need to get it out, but I can't pay before the first @_@ Blargh.

The last few journals have been a little morbid haven't they? Well, in all reality, I'll survive, and I have a bit of happiness in my life now to spread around! Plus, I've been inspired lately to write a bit again. We'll see how that will go!

I only ever seem to post negative things here. Let's change that. let's post a positive and a negative.

The positive. A couple of months ago I got a promotion at a job. I am now a supervisor. Go me!

The negative. a family problem has drained my bank account and I'm scared that I can't pay the bills and I don't know what to do. I am terrified, but I have to be strong at work and not show any sense that anything is wrong. But I'm scared of going into the negatives. I know I have some over time coming my way but I don't know if it will cover the 700 or not. If anyone's interested I'd be happy to do commission work, or something, I honestly just don't know what to, or how to fix this.

So....turned 24 today. Interesting, I've been at this job for two years now, I still have yet to get back into the dating scene, I have....debt, and not a lot of permanent friends. So far I'm failing miserably at my long term goals but fuckit, I had to work on my birthday for the fourth year in the row, I can't say much has changed. Ah well.

Things are..topsy turvey for me. My roommate left me without paying half his rent for two months and decided to break our six year friendship at the same time....And then someoen tries to break into my house, I get chewed out for calling in to work, and then I nearly quit, and me, a grown male, cries due to stress, or nearly does.

Why can't things just work out? Hah. Wouldn't happen to be any texas furs interested in a bedroom in brownfield? No?

So, Weird things at where I work. Which is a prison.

One thing, is that inmates can make *any* food item from the limited amount of things they can buy from commissary. Pizza, Enchiladas, Cake. Oh god, the cake.

Second thing. It's hard for me, in my area, to get abunch of likeminded players to play Dark Heresy, DnD, Etc. in the unit? There's almost an *entire* wing of table top roleplayers.. Mind you, table top roleplaying nerds that stabbed, robbed, and vehicular-joyrided their way to prison, but still. I can't seem to get a good, stable group together.....and these guys have *Years* together. o_o

Third? It's awkward when you notice an inmate reading the same series you are. Very. Awkward.

Fourth 40% of inmates are okay. 30% are goofy idiots you can't figure out why they are in prison until you look at their jackets, and the other 30%....well, let's say that's the percent I work with the most, and they will probably not find a life outside of prison..

Man, I need a hug >.>

You know, I've seen people use their journals as platforms to air their grievances, so I'm going to follow the pack and do the same.

Throughout my 23 years of life, I've learned afew things. Being bald, despite people saying 'bald is beautiful' will put you on the backseat of every female, ever.

Two, I have the luck of microbial beings that looked up and saw the atom bomb falling upon them in Hiroshima and went 'What's that?' before being most likley disintigrated. Hit with things I don't even understand hwo to fight, and being made to fight it for my survival. Legal fees, Work related limbo where I don't know if I'll be a correctional officer in GP, or in High Security. Being told trhat beign proud of being a correctional officer for the state of texas is wrong.

Having a two bedroom apartment, hunting for a roommate and finding none with an apartment manager that doesn't like me because I'm a single male living in a two bedroom apartment she could be renting out to others.

Haivng a networth of 5 dollars at the moment, and desperately wishing the fist of the month was now.

And to top it off, being given a promotional certificate by an electronics corporation for 5-5000 dollars in their RZ program because I've been with the program almost since it started, wasting gas to participate in the promoition....and getting 5 dollars.

Now, by no means do I believe I'm entitled to anyuthing, I've worked since I was able to lift a hammer, and I've earned my place at the prison.

But holy shit. I see convicted felons who have families that love them, that have spouses that would go the extra two thousand miles to see them, and do things for them....

And I can't even get noticed for a date, win anything over 100 dollars, or even having anything dorp out of my lap to my benefit. ~_~'

Fuck, I either need a hug or a divine intervention, because goddammit, I'm in deperessionville and opening up a house there.

So here I am coming off something like a 21 day vacation ( Only...actually took eight, but when you work four on/four off those off days stack like a mother.) And.....Yeah. It's going to be really hard going back to work tomorrow. But, I did post up a new story that I typed up in the morning. I don't know what's wrong with me, I have stories sitting in my notebook, complete, but I can't bring myself to type them up and post them...but I'll post a little 3 page short story just as soon as I've typed it up and fixed the blatant typos. Bah...

Also: Thought of the day, staying in a 2 bedroom apartment, with no roommate...gets really boring, your gas bill for your car gets really high, and you start really noticing that you are a lonely lonely little fur. Ugh.

I was bored at work, and I'll admit, my work is mostly 10 hours of boring filled with 3 hours of OMG WHATS GOING ON...So, I got to thinking. And thinking led me to some new stories which I've written and am going to polish up, but the thrust of it is...
I've never seen anyone with an insect for a fur..bug sona. Hm o.o