Not much to report. Got a full-time job and time will tell how long I'll actually keep this one. The issue, generally being, that I tend to want to travel and travelling requires time off and the corporate monkeys controlling the strings of whoever it is that was duped into hiring me tend to throw angry poo at one another when people dare ask for a break (in times like the holidays the poo is especially large and stinky). So, poo-flinging aside, we'll see how it goes.

Other than that, life is... expensive with a butt-load of credit bills, car payments, car insurance, gas, and student loans. Thank god I don't have to pay rent or utilities.... YET. For the most part it is chill... I just can't seem to make money fast enough. I've also realized I'm no party-goer. I don't see the sense in drinking until you puke and talking to drunk people while drunk... it's like getting a bunch of retarded, I mean, mentally-challenged, people in a room and getting them to attempt to converse with one another. Only God (or lack there of) would know what's being said and what's being understood. The mentally-challenged, like the drunkards, negate themselves with their gibbering to one another, sort of like a double-negative, which leaves a whole lotta' nothing. So, therefore, idiots+alcohol=nothing which is then synonomous with ' pointless'. Well, I won't be winning a Nobel prize but I've at least made it a little clearer to myself... whew, life'll be easier now that I understand self-induced retardation a little better. At least the mentally-challenged have an excuse for their state of mind and tend to do what they can to rise above it whereas perfectly "capable of thinking intelligently" people do what they can to make themselves into retards as recreation. GOD I love human beings.

Rant over... I promise. That being said, I have nothing more to talk about . Oh well, as far as art goes... haven't really been working on anything but I really need to color in some drawings of mine. I need a wacom tablet badly... the mouse ain't cutting it. I guess until I get one my art-making/finishing will be on hold.

Buuuut... yeah! Good times... 'til I feel like writing something, this is, erm.... B, signing off.

God that was cheesey.