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This journal is NOT SAFE FOR WORK and UNAPOLOGETICALLY HONEST.
So it's been 6 years since Kyria died, and 5 years since Pat went.
I am so depressed along with all the political stuff I just can't. I'm so tired all the time.
I'm trying to do videos twice a week for youtube even though I'm not posting them yet. I'm trying to get comfortable in front of the camera, but it's pretty hard.
Graham Norton said the audience doesn't care if you're having a bad day, and it's true, so I'm trying to gun through it and see what happens.
Today I read the first 3 chapters of Vanity Fair and OMG so many characters just made up and tossed. The prose is genius at times and WTF at others.
There's a literal note at the end of one paragraph telling his editor he knew the paragraph was sappy and to keep his mitts off it.
I know everyone in the fandom is all spread out now, but I'm looking for someone to make a clip art coat of arms into something that looks good. He's just looking for the shield on a black page and I think it needs dimention.
It is for the cover of a family-written fantasy book. They are not expecting to sell copies.
Payment and contract negotiable.
I really wish there was a program to download my journal and comments. I feel like Facebook is taking over, and I have for a while. I use it in the same way I used my LJ. Especially with Star Trek starting again.
God, it's so weird not using screennames, though. That still gets me.
Discovery was pretty good. We kind of looked at each other during the previews for Ep. 3. We have no idea what everyone's problem is. The captain was the one that screwed the pooch.
Albino Klingon is rather 'interesting' except for the burning thing. Dude, self-harm is not a religion if you're the one that made it up. No wonder you're the only follower. Sheesh. Get it together, kid.
ok, so I am in officially the worst mental state I've been in in years and omg the ideas for writing are flying.
To sum up:
bad root canal
3 days of violent puking
painkillers that didnt work
another tenant abandoned a cat (shes at our house and Toby is NOT pleased)
our house is a split election and it's getting muddy in here. I mean, I'm surprised its only happening in the last couple days, but still. Time out until the tooth is better. Jeez.
I found out my mom went into cardiac failure in August and no one told us because they thought we were on vacation and didnt want to worry us. She was there for a week. WE WERE HOME!!!
It's how Pat died. I'm a fucking mess I cussed a blue streak up and down at my mom.
I'd think I was going to hell if I didnt realize afterwards that I was channeling grandpa. woah. I didn't even know that was in there.
My bio mom went all softie last night and dumped everything I was thinking out of my head because she's good at that and I cried a lot. I was on skype for 4 hours wailing away about my tooth and mom.
So today I talk to dentist again and they send me to the ER, but we went to immediate care instead. I get drugs. I get an IV. I get a container of applesauce.
My blood pressure is through the roof.
I haven't written seriously in months.
And I get a vision that one of my sirens wasnt kissed by a siren, but a water wyvern and can harness the power of the Dragons Daughter complete with whipping tail, giant wings, claws, and teeth, and a golden crown of bone that sprouts from the crown of her head.
Apparently I suck at writing unless I'm a complete spaz.
Good to know.