*shrieks in pain*
My freakin finger is dying
So darn painful.
I hit it with the hammer while trying to do my woodwork just niw
All thanks to my annoying cousin who just HAD to come and jump on me from behind
Darn it hurts so bad I can't even type properly.
Luckily it's my lefty.
Thank heavens I'm a righty.
Done. And Gone.
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I used to hate myself and worry about what other people thought about me. Now I don't care. I have always felt different from the rest.
So you like my drawings? They seems okay to me. The real test is when I final do drawings of game characters. Kind of nervous because I worried how they will turn up right. All I use is markers and pencil crayons.
The first time I drew a guy in skirt is like 'what the hell is that?' and 'he?!'.
I want to be able to draw bishonens without covering my work everytime someone walks into the room. It's a free country I can draw what I like. Heh heh.
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