Oh boy am I sick.
I thought I had escaped the cold/flu/eye infections/polio that had gone around.

I thought I did.

Oh god so sick.

I'm happy though. I got the revenge of a fucking lifetime though. Mom's been hiding all the bills on me again, so I decided to steal her crap. For every bill she steals, a piece of furniture is magically disappearing. It's kinda awesome to see her come home and be all "Well shit, you found the cable bill huh?"

So glad I get a break. Fucking need it to redo my entire portfolio, and get back to cg-ing.

Finally made it through all of Kaleb's music and de-arted it. Soft rock whore.
Also, ipod commercial geek.

Life has returned to a repetitive movement.
I'm in an art rut.
I'm starting to outright hate our industry, and I'm not sure if it's because I've been given a bad taste in my mouth.

Maybe I should just become a professional student again and hope someone somewhere has enough money to help me pay rent in Toronto.

...Cause y'know, I live in my mother's world and everyone has to take care of me.

;_; Needs me a job.

I 'quit' my job, I came to the conclusion that my health was worth more and recovery time is invaluable.
The dog had to be put down, I don't remember a time when he wasn't around in my life. Still have to pay the neighbour the insane amount the vet wanted for it. Wish I'd get paid someday.
Health is down the shitter. I guess if it isn't money threatening my attending school God wants to try for the big stuffed prize.

On the bright side I guess this means I get a lot more time to draw.






Why am I the magnet of completely unbelievable drama and bullshit?

Rest in peace Jazz, just don't leave God any 'gifts' while you're up there. I'm still finding the ones you left me down here.