HELLO!

WHAT?

YOU'LL HAVE TO SPEAK LOUDER, I'M WEARING A TOWEL.

Good citizens of DA. And bad citizens. Ugly ones too, yes I'm talking to you. This is a journal of little point, beyond a means to tell people who may know me (or are just visiting, in which case, do help yourself to the punch) that I am both A: alive, and B: still writing jibberish as a hobby. Said rambling serves little purpose other than to weed out those of either a nervous disposition or who suffer attention deficit disorder and/or addictive comprehension, and god knows at least one of those must be fun to have.

There is a point to all this, I promise. I just haven't got to it yet. Oh yes.

I have moved house, am living with a friend, am in close proximity to others who are known as friends and in most cases, accomplices. I am looking for work, but I am being given lots of lemons and I'm damn tired of lemonade. When am I going to be given champagnes? I desire champagnade, goddamnit! I have exquisite tastes and they demand pandering. Either way, things are moving in a new direction, I have a little more focus in my life and perhaps, just maybe, I might even get on with some artwork and put it up on here for people to ooh and ahh and thoroughly ignore at. I have said 'I' a lot, because I am very solipsistic. I know you're out there, I just don't care.

Isn't nutmeg amazing?



I HAVE NO IDEA WHO THESE PEOPLE ARE:













COMMISSIONS WILL BE OPENING SOON
Don't pay any attention to that. Filthy lies.