From the mind of a dorky weirdo

Well, everything still goes on one day at a time. I lost my oldest dog chance about three weeks ago. The little guy was sixteen years old in human years, and the meanest thing that ever walked on four legs. When my family and I moved up here to Livingston, he really enjoyed it. He had a backyard to run around in, sunshine, and fresh air. But these past few months, he didn't really want to do anything. He mainly stayed inside because of his joints hurting. He had gone blind from cataracts, but his other senses still helped him move about. We all woke up one morning to find that he had passed away while going to get something to eat. He now rests under an oak tree in our front yard, where's it's nice and shady.

Besides that, I'm still trying to do my art and writting. Of course, my past two art posts seems to be the worst i've done; viewing wise anyway. They have the lowest hits out of all my artwork that I know of. The Frozen Passion was an illustration I did for a friend, and the Thesius one I did because I like Greek myths. But apparently, everyone wants me to stick with superhero drawings, or illustrating fan fics. Cause niether one of my latest two peices of art has a comment yet. Talk about a blow to the ego and self-confidance, huh?

CLUBS:


The whole world is weird and I'M NUTS!