crazieburd

Once again I find myself writing in this box. Though I have nothing of any real import to write about. I guess I could tell you about my evening. A belly full of food, my legs ache from a epic bike ride through the darkness with a friend. A fountain fornication and the smell of honeysuckle. Very delectable.

It has been years since i updated this damn thing and i dont know what prompted me to update it now. Maybe its the fact that i finally have a few scribbles to submit or maybe the schere boredom of not drinking in quite a while. Since ive been living alone in my kick-ass giant apartment i have cut down on the drinking quite a bit. It may have been a depression thing, a social lubricant, a comfort before. Now it just gives me indigestion and a rude morning. I think i really just wanted to thank all the people around the world that have made my artwork apart if them by scribeing it into their skin. Walking with the drawings till their grave.

So i had an in-depth and interesting conversation with the three of me. Angered and subtle as it was. One cowering, one declaring and one being the tactician to negotiate for both parties. I called the diplomat "Al" Though vicious as he is, he is certainly looking out of the advancement of the vessel. While the White Wolf that directs all my thoughts to difficult ground. Especially able to cloud the other heads of the party with booze, or sex or even food on the odd occasion. Then one is left with the meak unnamed latter who unfortunately believes in alot of the say-so of the White Wolf. Due to its booming and declaring voice. Negotiations c