I like this skin, I really do. Not too sure about the system, though.

I've been drinking a lot of kool-aide lately. Not that kool-aide specifically helps with the thinking process. It's just yum. And I do like yum. My buddy Chuck says I've been in a strange mood, and I suppose he's right. Something about deep-seated psychological problems that will do that to you. Don't worry though, ~PuNkPoP, I won't bite you through the monitor... Hard.

So yeah, kool-aide. And highschool diplomas. As in me going back to school to get mine. The Air Force and I had a fundamental disagreement, so we went our separate ways, and now I'm stuck in this weird frame of mind, where I'm looking back at my past, identifying
and determining if I have the ability to correct the problems they created...

Dammit. I hit submit on accident. Sorry, dear watchers. Now where was I...?

Oh right. And where does all this self-examination leave me? Having to pee... No seriously. Kool-aide does that to you, and it's a better option than root beer, by far. Brb.

Ah. Much better. You know, sometimes I think it might be a bad thing that I have the attention span of a five-year-old...

I can count to 100! 1... 2... Mushrooms are icky! I wonder where that stray cat went...? >_>;


So art-wise, I suppose I shall be a little dark. You see I'm not dead, just mostly dead. And I still like kitties and strawberries and Bleach...
Kiske remains my favorite character, but I identify much better with ze Quincy. I've started in on Death Note of late. I will say this - it is most intriguing. My photography is a bust because my camera is fail when it comes to taking the ISO settings off auto. FAIL! But I should be back in college by autumn, complete with kegstands and late night draw-offs.

In the meantime, I help kitties and doggies in Copperas Cove's animal shelter, clean my kitchen because the gnomes love to sully it up, and I occasionally update my journals.
And bitch to Sprint because my phone is also fail.