The Missus and I buried the hatchet, patched things up and got back together. If anyone has a problem with this, I don't want to hear it - I have my reasons.

Secondly, this is pretty much the last thing I will ever do here, not because of the above but because I simply lost the ability to give a shit about any of this. I just don't care anymore. Therefore don't expect any new stories, music, art, journal entries, or updates of any kind - I'm outta here. I won't completely rule out the possibility of coming back in some way, shape or form sometime in the future, but I wouldn't count on it either.

Later.

Just another quick reminder - door's still open, folks.

So, backseat of the car it was, which wound up being pretty convenient - when I had to puke, a slight crack of the door and tip of the head out, and bam! All over the pavement. Had quite a bit of trouble moving at first, but finally mustered the strength and tenacity to step out of the car. Wobbled back into the hotel, took my meds, washed off the remnants of my face make-up, then headed back out to my car when I discovered a kindred spirit - a fox guy who crapped out in the back of his car last night as well, and only one car over from me (this explained all the piss trails leading from my car and his in even, uniform lines - I knew I hadn't marked my territory that heavily!)

Decided two things were in order - a Vitamin Water and some ibuprofen - so I headed across the street with him to the gas station. The attendant there thought his big fluffy tail was adorable (at this point all my gear was still off, so no fawning for me T_T). We then wandered over to the nearby McDonald's, where he picked up some McChickens and I continued to nurse my hangover. As we were heading to use the can, serendipity! There was the rainbow dude sitting at a table with a couple of his fruity buddies, still totally interested in doing horns for my project (hell yes).

The five of us disembarked and headed back to the hotel - I found out I couldn't room with him because they'd already crammed eight ppl in there. Also, apparently this really cute guy I chatted with a bit yesterday is into me, which is pretty frckin' cool (those condoms and lube I picked up may come in handy after all ;3).

Also, I guess there's this really lonely dude here that I could probably room with, if I could just find out his name, what he looks like, anything to reveal him (the rainbow crew couldn't remember any of this, just that he exists, has a room to himself, and is terribly lonely). I will follow up on this lead.

Went back to the artist's alley to pick up my commishes when, horrors!, I'd completely forgotten what the two artists looked like and never learned their names. And they weren't where I remembered them being - shit! Luckily while walking down the hall one of them recognized me and I got my badge (which looks awesome), now I just need the flashing sketch (I really hope the woman got it right - I filled out the form in horribly illegible drunk-type. I do remember throwing in one last minute detail - no animal penis. My jet black johnson has a head and shaft, and is human in dimensions).

Oddly, I have yet to run into anyone who said they'd be here - I still need to look up Solez (keeping an eye on the wolf suiters) or El Foka the skunk who said he'd be doing free sketches. I really need to track him down - I <3 free art and have almost no money left (blew most of the last of it on some super-hot bunny boi prints because they reminded me of Tris <3).

UnknownWolf has an art booth here, and he was unusually quiet and reserved, hardly the hilarious self-loathing pizza-stuffing sketch shooting machine he was at my Midwest Vore party. Odd. Probably the lack of booze.

Well, I'm gettin' hungry so I'm gonna head to the lounge and score some grub. All-around, feelin' pretty good about this whole thing now :3

Until next time!

Okay, so the kegs finally opened and I immediately underestimated how much it would take me to get drunk, so I stumbled around, got my picture taken with a bunch of suiters (including one in a wheelchair - what a trooper), stumbled down into the artist's alley, made some commissions (one involving a badge and another involving my dick showing), then went out to have a smoke and came across one of the members of the rainbow fur coalition - he plays a variety of horn instruments and I was really interested in recruiting him for Borderpath and nearly scored a room off his friend when the beer and no food combination hit me like a tsunami and I passed out on the ground. It took two able-bodied furs to lead me to my car to sleep it off a bit, which I did. Now I'm wondering what to do now, At going on two in the morning. I really should be hustling for a room but I still feel kinda sick and gross. Only time will tell if I end up in a comfy bed, a slightly less comfy floor, or in the backseat of my car again.

Until next time.

J-niL

And truth be told, I'm pretty on edge - I don't know a single fur in my own home state and had to roll alone cuz my crew bailed. This is way more ppl around me than my meds can process. Wish I had a bump from someone, or at least that I'd shown up later - the kegs don't open 'til 5, and I'm just tapping my claws waiting another twenty minutes for it.

Even thought about hitting a liquor store nearby to ease the pain until then, but no dice - this is a pretty ritzy neighborhood.

Once those taps do open, however, things should get rockin' real quick-like. In the mean-time, wish one of you guys could've come with me v.v

Until next time.

J-niL

Still waiting ever-so-patiently for those offers...

In my car, parked on some side road in Lapeer (20 minutes south of my house), through a wireless leech.

That's right, my internuts went down for some mysterious reason and I've been reduced to scavenging to get my fix and update and upload stuff (like new tracks for my MySpace music page - https://www.myspace.com/jobadnil). Hence, this is why I've been so quiet everywhere the past couple of days (couldn't even post this update yesterday cuz I made the mistake of leeching off the library and - that's right! - this site was filtered out for all the smut oozing out of its very pores).

Well, at least this time I had a weak excuse to be here - had to swing by the Wal-Mart in town and pick up some crap.

Anyway, with any luck I'll be back and kicking soon - gotta get to the bottom of this dead home internet thing. Until then, I should be okay - the shakes are starting to subside a bit.

Also - trade door's still wide open; climb right in and drop something on me. I'll get to it eventually.

Until next time, kids!

Anyone interested in doing a story/story or story/art trade?


Just lemme know.

Well, turns out it pissed a lot of ppl off, an$d I did indeed violate some writers codes of ethics, so down it went.

Also, guess some folks didn't get as much Tris time as they wanted, since I guess he was the real main attraction - whatever.

Hope those who liked it saved it - it's not coming back. I don't do re-writes. Ever.

Until next time.

J-niL

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