As it would turn out. I like to write but mostly haphazardly. I'm pretty much just posting my thoughts and everything in this journal because why not. The likelihood someone actually reads this in my mind is small but then again, you are reading this so who knows maybe someday you will say something on my ranting and maybe someday you won't. Honestly this journal might get weird and it might get funny. We will see if anyone wants to talk about it. I guess I will start with my writings. I have always written about wolves in some for capacity or way of style. I'm obsessed, taken in, pulled by these magnificent creatures of the night. I feel close to them in a capacity. It's the reason I smile every time I see the moon. Not because wolves howl at the moon cause I know they don't but because when it's out I feel the rush of the trees past me and the closeness of a family. I do have a particular fondness for the Gray Wolf. Well it would seem I lost my train of thought.... oh well.

Tori out.

It's not really something I'm talented in but part of me is tired of seeing the paint bucket as my picture and the other is saying I really definitely can't draw in way shape or form with just a mouse. But tablet's are expensive.... quite the conundrum I have come across.... Then again I should try. I'm rambling again.....

Well Tori out.