Well, there are many a reason for this...
My job for one. Working on cruise ships does not leave a whole lotta time for art atm. I'm lacking a scanner too for now, and I just plain don't have time at the minute.

And I have to leave to go and murder my adoring oh so fuckable partner for saying he wants to be a Twilight vampire. He needs to learn that such things will not be tolerated in my house...*sigh*

Damn it's been a while, and what do I have to show for it? Old-ish art. Forgive me.

Scanner's still bust, and life is on the up. I have a job, aboard a cruise ship no less and I start that on June 29th. Alaska here I come. I must remember to take my sketch pad with me. My something from previous journal entries is now a big thing and I'm rather content.

Right this is going to be brief as I'm tired, it's late and I'm damn lazy to boot.

Adeiu.

It resolved itself. With sex. Well not quite sex. Close enough. And I see sex on the cards. Therefore I'm happy.

Did I mention how content he makes me?

I'm currently uploading a couple of old bits and pieces just so this place doesn't look so empty. I'm working on the scanner issue too. So maybe there will be some new stuff up soonish.

So to sum up: Yay fuck. Yay old stuff. Yay potential new stuff.

Well I never intended for this to go the way of emotastic, but fuck it.
So I have a friend. A friend who has helped me through a dificult time recently. A friend I'm almost unnaturally close with. And yeah well fuck.
Where the hell did bloody feelings come from?
He's just split from his girlfriend, which is awkward seeing as I'm a close friend of his girlfriend too. Yeah. This has ended up awfully fucked up.
I don't understand it, I seriously don't. I mean whilst he was with his girlfriend we slept in the same bed together and whilst yes there was a sexual tension, nothing happened. And I didn't care. We had fun as the awkardly close friends who everyone thinks are together.
I'm going to try to keep a lid on this, but damn is it not going to easy.
Why the hell did feelings have to rear their damn ugly head. I liked not feeling anything. It was quiet and pleasent and I didn't want anyone or anything.

To sum up: Fuck.

I guess I should actually get this place active.

In brief: I draw transformers a la 1986 and anthro characters.
I fence and fencing means an awful lot to me.
I get pissed off with the world on a regular basis.
I dislike my job, but then who doesn't at the minute.
I like sex, not just the act of, but discussing and learning about it and my own preferences as well as other peoples.
Drawing is a stress reliever for me and I tend to get caught up in a picture.
My spelling isn't always that good, no matter how hard I damn well try. So bear with me.
I prefer art with a purpose to random doodles.
I write as well as draw, but it's very rare you'll see that.

And that's me done.
Don't know how often I'll update this place, but my scanner's bust and I'm saving for a new one whilst using my parent's one when I visit them.
So yeah, and if I don't reply for a while, I'm sorry, I'm a lazy bitch from time to time.