Turayl

Getting the urge to play the old classic again. It's weird, sometimes I look at my rather small library of games and I realize that I've played many of these games a good FOUR times over and I still love playing them even though I know exactly what's gonna happen and how to be boss #27 with a magic doohicky that a first time player just can't find. Fun times.

I swear to god, the more I draw, the more I realize everything I draw, I draw wrong. I don't think any artist can escape this. I'm gonna say this much. Fuck hips, fuck legs and fuck arms. Dear god, you think you have a particular part of anatomy down and BOOM! You start noticing little things and then the little things snowball into big things that you cry yourself to sleep over. That's about all I have to say.

Just so everyone knows, I'm going to be depressed for a while I'm gonna have to give Stripes (my cat) away cause we can't afford a procedure needed to clear his bladder of blockages. Tomorrow, I'm gonna give him to the Pet Hospital, where they're gonna get him fixed up and put him up for adoption. I won't ever see the little fuzzball again. He's been in my life for just two years, but it feels like he's always been there. I can't really imagine my house without him. No more will I hear the annoying meow at five o'clock in morning cause he wants to go out. No more will I accidentally step into the disemboweled remains of a dead bird. No more