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Dammit, fruit on the bottom.
6 min read
Chobani. Your fruit on the bottom label. It does not impress. I don't actually like yogurt with fruit on the bottom. >_< Damn that's kind of depressing. I prefer Dannon's Oikos. Feeeehhhh oh well.
Time to get down to business.
I fell off the internet. Again. I could blame the rat for that, but it's not her fault. Her pyometra finally got to her a few weeks ago; I only got the chance to get her cage out of my room and into the garage a week later. Suddenly I'm working five days a week, and while part of that is certainly because I've been filling other people's shifts, I somewhat wonder if the note I left in the availability book is somewhat related.
Basically I left an eloquent "I DO NOTHING ELSE GIVE ME GODDAMN HOURS."
I'll have to see how things pan out with that stupid hiring sign back up in the window. Part of it I'm sure is because one of the girls has finished her nursing major and plans on leaving the restaurant. I don't blame her; our GM can be a royal pain in the arse.
Speaking of ass-pains, we have a new ordering system being implemented throughout the corporation. It just got installed onto one of our phone terminals and is due to go online Monday. So far I have no opinion of it. It's about half and half intuitive and counter-intuitive. Our current (old) system is almost entirely counter-intuitive for phone orders on keyboard input. One thing I find slightly awkward about the new system is that it wants your social security on top of your fingerprints. ._. Our GM had us bullshit the social security since our real ones are already locked away on file.
Still fighting with chronic insomnia. Still fighting with chronic migraines as well. At the moment I have a headache coming on and I'm sure I'll regret taking the Indomethacin for it since I'm due to leave for work in about three hours and that shit makes me WICKED LOOPY. At this point I'm almost positive I have occipital neuralgia or something similar; every headache breaking through the Naratriptan treatments are based in my neck.
Anyway, stuff happened. Aside from the rat dying, my linnie now belongs to my mother. Now I'm out a rat and a parrot, though I made mum pay me the two hundred dollars I had spent on the bird. > : ( Now I'll have to wait for the breeder I got Mida from to have another batch of not-green babies before I can get another one.
The car is still running fine since I replaced the distributor, but I'm hypersensitive to engine quirks now and think it probably needs a transmission flush.
For some stupid reason someone thought it was a great idea to legalize cell phone telemarketing. I want to punch them in the kidneys. Now I get telemarketing calls at stupid hours of the morning and it makes me want to kill things. I already have shitty sleeping patterns, they do not need your help. =_=
Got started on getting my tower functional again. Thank fucking god for TestDisk. Windows boots normally on that drive again and I did not have to reformat anything. However I did find out that some graphical problems stopping me from backing anything up was related to a blown capacitor on my graphics card. It is impossible to find an equivalent to an AGP 8x NVIDIA GeForce 7600 GS 512MB DDR2. That actually irritates the fuck out of me. Fortunately since it's just a capacitor I can replace those instead of spending over a hundred bucks for an upgrade I may not even get much use out of.
Capacitor shopping is a headache. I bought replacements for all the junk caps on the card and now need to find myself someone that can make the swap for me. Dad no longer has access to the necessary tools to do it at work and to buy one for himself would be six hundred dollars at minimum. Personally I find that to be pretty disgusting.
For now the beast is using the on-board graphics adapter built into my motherboard. Unfortunately because it's a seven-year-old motherboard the graphics adapter is pretty much incapable of rendering any of the games I have been playing currently. I am continuing to function entirely on this hilariously obsolete netbook.
Other computer-related news: in view of my recent increase in work hours, I have been making an effort to resume building my secondary gaming tower. I picked a shitty time to move up to the LGA 775 socket type, because now those processors and subsequent RAM types are getting wildly expensive. It's going to cost me at least $150 to get an E8600 Core 2 Duo. IT HAS BEEN THAT PRICE FOR FOUR GODDAMN YEARS I HATE YOU. At least the graphics cards won't be a hassle to get. >_< Also at least: the tower I had been eyeing for two years went on sale for a hundred bucks, so I grabbed it. One less part to worry about later.
Moving on, I have become a complete Tumblr dork. I actually posted that not-done eye I did in Corel there first. Anyone that has my Facebook is probably aware of this, since all of my feeds come from Tumblr and not from Skype. Skype eats up too much of my resources on this netbook and I don't use it anymore. Also it sucks for formatting text and I therefore hate it. : |
Anyway, this journal is now massive, so I should probably stop rambling. You can catch me reblogging crap and sometimes posting music over on wieraidenese-idiot.tumblr.com or reblogging terrible character sheets to godwhyrp.tumblr.com while I wait for my brain to stop being a wanky bitch and let me write again.
Time to get down to business.
I fell off the internet. Again. I could blame the rat for that, but it's not her fault. Her pyometra finally got to her a few weeks ago; I only got the chance to get her cage out of my room and into the garage a week later. Suddenly I'm working five days a week, and while part of that is certainly because I've been filling other people's shifts, I somewhat wonder if the note I left in the availability book is somewhat related.
Basically I left an eloquent "I DO NOTHING ELSE GIVE ME GODDAMN HOURS."
I'll have to see how things pan out with that stupid hiring sign back up in the window. Part of it I'm sure is because one of the girls has finished her nursing major and plans on leaving the restaurant. I don't blame her; our GM can be a royal pain in the arse.
Speaking of ass-pains, we have a new ordering system being implemented throughout the corporation. It just got installed onto one of our phone terminals and is due to go online Monday. So far I have no opinion of it. It's about half and half intuitive and counter-intuitive. Our current (old) system is almost entirely counter-intuitive for phone orders on keyboard input. One thing I find slightly awkward about the new system is that it wants your social security on top of your fingerprints. ._. Our GM had us bullshit the social security since our real ones are already locked away on file.
Still fighting with chronic insomnia. Still fighting with chronic migraines as well. At the moment I have a headache coming on and I'm sure I'll regret taking the Indomethacin for it since I'm due to leave for work in about three hours and that shit makes me WICKED LOOPY. At this point I'm almost positive I have occipital neuralgia or something similar; every headache breaking through the Naratriptan treatments are based in my neck.
Anyway, stuff happened. Aside from the rat dying, my linnie now belongs to my mother. Now I'm out a rat and a parrot, though I made mum pay me the two hundred dollars I had spent on the bird. > : ( Now I'll have to wait for the breeder I got Mida from to have another batch of not-green babies before I can get another one.
The car is still running fine since I replaced the distributor, but I'm hypersensitive to engine quirks now and think it probably needs a transmission flush.
For some stupid reason someone thought it was a great idea to legalize cell phone telemarketing. I want to punch them in the kidneys. Now I get telemarketing calls at stupid hours of the morning and it makes me want to kill things. I already have shitty sleeping patterns, they do not need your help. =_=
Got started on getting my tower functional again. Thank fucking god for TestDisk. Windows boots normally on that drive again and I did not have to reformat anything. However I did find out that some graphical problems stopping me from backing anything up was related to a blown capacitor on my graphics card. It is impossible to find an equivalent to an AGP 8x NVIDIA GeForce 7600 GS 512MB DDR2. That actually irritates the fuck out of me. Fortunately since it's just a capacitor I can replace those instead of spending over a hundred bucks for an upgrade I may not even get much use out of.
Capacitor shopping is a headache. I bought replacements for all the junk caps on the card and now need to find myself someone that can make the swap for me. Dad no longer has access to the necessary tools to do it at work and to buy one for himself would be six hundred dollars at minimum. Personally I find that to be pretty disgusting.
For now the beast is using the on-board graphics adapter built into my motherboard. Unfortunately because it's a seven-year-old motherboard the graphics adapter is pretty much incapable of rendering any of the games I have been playing currently. I am continuing to function entirely on this hilariously obsolete netbook.
Other computer-related news: in view of my recent increase in work hours, I have been making an effort to resume building my secondary gaming tower. I picked a shitty time to move up to the LGA 775 socket type, because now those processors and subsequent RAM types are getting wildly expensive. It's going to cost me at least $150 to get an E8600 Core 2 Duo. IT HAS BEEN THAT PRICE FOR FOUR GODDAMN YEARS I HATE YOU. At least the graphics cards won't be a hassle to get. >_< Also at least: the tower I had been eyeing for two years went on sale for a hundred bucks, so I grabbed it. One less part to worry about later.
Moving on, I have become a complete Tumblr dork. I actually posted that not-done eye I did in Corel there first. Anyone that has my Facebook is probably aware of this, since all of my feeds come from Tumblr and not from Skype. Skype eats up too much of my resources on this netbook and I don't use it anymore. Also it sucks for formatting text and I therefore hate it. : |
Anyway, this journal is now massive, so I should probably stop rambling. You can catch me reblogging crap and sometimes posting music over on wieraidenese-idiot.tumblr.com or reblogging terrible character sheets to godwhyrp.tumblr.com while I wait for my brain to stop being a wanky bitch and let me write again.
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There's a cloud in my head
5 min read
Time for a new update, I guess.
Not much has happened/changed since the last one, but one major thing did happen.
Replaced fuel system in car and fixed exhaust system for $711. Expected the stalling problem to be over. Went to a Vietnamese restaurant with dad to celebrate. Car stalls behind Dunkin' Donuts next door after dinner. Sent car to a Toyota dealer because I was completely fucking fed up with this nonsense. Spent $141 to get incorrectly routed EGR valve system fixed. Took car back expecting the stalling problem to be over. Car died halfway through filling a tire at the gas station down the street and around the corner from home (it drove a straight half hour without so much as a hiccup).
Intermisson: While at the gas station, trying to start my car, some fuckhead in an SUV with a New Hampshire plate thought it was a good idea to HONK AT ME when it's pretty fucking obvious that my car won't even start. I wait to get off the phone with my sister (who brought me to the car and followed me most of the way home), get out of the car, and pointedly look at it like something is wrong with it. Then, my five and a quarter foot, hundred-and-eight-pound self goes around and PUSHES A CAR out of the way of the air pump. Almost immediately I regret doing this when Captain Shithead ignores the situation completely. He looked like a hick. I should have sat there in the way and chewed his face off if he dared come to the window to bitch at me about my BROKEN CAR.
Yeah. Dear SUV-driving hick from New Hampshire,
FUCK YOU.
Eternally enraged,
~Kai
Anyway. Waited an hour, took car the rest of the way home. Waited there about forty minutes to an hour for the parents to come home. Tried to drive it back to the dealership half an hour away. Car died on the rotary down the street from the gas station it died at earlier. Started to call for another tow. Cell battery started dying, had to go home and plug it in to avoid losing the call. Got a call twenty minutes later from the tow driver asking where my car was (the dispatcher for some reason didn't understand what a rotary was). Went to go meet him at the car. Car was MISSING. Flipped the fuck out. Found out the cops have it. Flipped the fuck out even harder. Had to go to our regular mechanic to get the car back. Paid a reduced rate of $60 (police tows are typically $95) to reclaim it so I could get it towed back to the dealership. Got car towed back to the dealership. Someone finally drove the stupid thing around long enough to kill it. Found out the distributor is bad. Dealership wanted to do it for $740. Called another of our mechanics for their estimate on the same job. Mechanic said he could do it for $300. Told the dealership no go and once more towed car to another garage. Got distributor replaced for $242.
Took car back again. Full of paranoia, drove car around for an hour after taking it back. Car did not sputter, hiccup, or die. Still paranoid as fuck. Took it through a busy dinner shift driving pizzeria delivery without a sputter, hiccup, or a stall. Slightly less paranoid. Took it through a busy closing shift without a hitch.
...I might be able to feel less paranoid now. D:
TL;DR:
Thursday: Fixed car's exhaust and replaced its fuel system for $711
Saturday: Vietnamese dinner twenty minutes away. Car died next door. Towed it to a dealer.
Sunday: EGR valve system fixed.
Monday: Took car back for $141 and tried to drive it home. Car died in front of the air pump at the gas station a minute away from home. Tried to bring it back to dealer. Car died again on the rotary. Cops took it. Bordering on having an aneurysm.
Tuesday: Paid $60 to take car back again. Sent it back to dealer. Called before work to check on it. Distributor is fucked, dealer wants to replace it for $740. HOLY SHIT NO.
Wednesday: Call back and tell dealer no need to fix the car, taking it back.
Thursday: Go all the way out to dealer to reclaim car and send it off to a local mechanic up to forty minutes away from dealer. Car is done before work. Reclaimed car after work for $242, drove it around for an hour. Almost convinced it's really fixed.
Friday: Took car to work for a dinner shift driving. No problems whatsoever. A little closer to being convinced it's really fixed.
Saturday: Got an oil change for $30. Took car on a six-hour closing shift driving. Still no problems whatsoever. ALMOST ALMOST convinced it's really, truly fixed.
TL;DR: THIS FUCKING CAR. IT HAUNTS ME IN MY FUCKING DREAMS.
I can't even make that up. After watching $1200 go flying out of my pocket on this thing in such a short period of time I seriously did have a not-quite nightmare about it violating my eye socket with its non-existent middle finger in the middle of a busy closing shift.
Dear car,
I want my mind back now, please.
Psychologically drained,
~Kai
Not much has happened/changed since the last one, but one major thing did happen.
Replaced fuel system in car and fixed exhaust system for $711. Expected the stalling problem to be over. Went to a Vietnamese restaurant with dad to celebrate. Car stalls behind Dunkin' Donuts next door after dinner. Sent car to a Toyota dealer because I was completely fucking fed up with this nonsense. Spent $141 to get incorrectly routed EGR valve system fixed. Took car back expecting the stalling problem to be over. Car died halfway through filling a tire at the gas station down the street and around the corner from home (it drove a straight half hour without so much as a hiccup).
Intermisson: While at the gas station, trying to start my car, some fuckhead in an SUV with a New Hampshire plate thought it was a good idea to HONK AT ME when it's pretty fucking obvious that my car won't even start. I wait to get off the phone with my sister (who brought me to the car and followed me most of the way home), get out of the car, and pointedly look at it like something is wrong with it. Then, my five and a quarter foot, hundred-and-eight-pound self goes around and PUSHES A CAR out of the way of the air pump. Almost immediately I regret doing this when Captain Shithead ignores the situation completely. He looked like a hick. I should have sat there in the way and chewed his face off if he dared come to the window to bitch at me about my BROKEN CAR.
Yeah. Dear SUV-driving hick from New Hampshire,
FUCK YOU.
Eternally enraged,
~Kai
Anyway. Waited an hour, took car the rest of the way home. Waited there about forty minutes to an hour for the parents to come home. Tried to drive it back to the dealership half an hour away. Car died on the rotary down the street from the gas station it died at earlier. Started to call for another tow. Cell battery started dying, had to go home and plug it in to avoid losing the call. Got a call twenty minutes later from the tow driver asking where my car was (the dispatcher for some reason didn't understand what a rotary was). Went to go meet him at the car. Car was MISSING. Flipped the fuck out. Found out the cops have it. Flipped the fuck out even harder. Had to go to our regular mechanic to get the car back. Paid a reduced rate of $60 (police tows are typically $95) to reclaim it so I could get it towed back to the dealership. Got car towed back to the dealership. Someone finally drove the stupid thing around long enough to kill it. Found out the distributor is bad. Dealership wanted to do it for $740. Called another of our mechanics for their estimate on the same job. Mechanic said he could do it for $300. Told the dealership no go and once more towed car to another garage. Got distributor replaced for $242.
Took car back again. Full of paranoia, drove car around for an hour after taking it back. Car did not sputter, hiccup, or die. Still paranoid as fuck. Took it through a busy dinner shift driving pizzeria delivery without a sputter, hiccup, or a stall. Slightly less paranoid. Took it through a busy closing shift without a hitch.
...I might be able to feel less paranoid now. D:
TL;DR:
Thursday: Fixed car's exhaust and replaced its fuel system for $711
Saturday: Vietnamese dinner twenty minutes away. Car died next door. Towed it to a dealer.
Sunday: EGR valve system fixed.
Monday: Took car back for $141 and tried to drive it home. Car died in front of the air pump at the gas station a minute away from home. Tried to bring it back to dealer. Car died again on the rotary. Cops took it. Bordering on having an aneurysm.
Tuesday: Paid $60 to take car back again. Sent it back to dealer. Called before work to check on it. Distributor is fucked, dealer wants to replace it for $740. HOLY SHIT NO.
Wednesday: Call back and tell dealer no need to fix the car, taking it back.
Thursday: Go all the way out to dealer to reclaim car and send it off to a local mechanic up to forty minutes away from dealer. Car is done before work. Reclaimed car after work for $242, drove it around for an hour. Almost convinced it's really fixed.
Friday: Took car to work for a dinner shift driving. No problems whatsoever. A little closer to being convinced it's really fixed.
Saturday: Got an oil change for $30. Took car on a six-hour closing shift driving. Still no problems whatsoever. ALMOST ALMOST convinced it's really, truly fixed.
TL;DR: THIS FUCKING CAR. IT HAUNTS ME IN MY FUCKING DREAMS.
I can't even make that up. After watching $1200 go flying out of my pocket on this thing in such a short period of time I seriously did have a not-quite nightmare about it violating my eye socket with its non-existent middle finger in the middle of a busy closing shift.
Dear car,
I want my mind back now, please.
Psychologically drained,
~Kai
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God damn it.
4 min read
So I haven't drawn anything since my challenge ended in December. As expected I haven't found the will to despite finding ideas and half-hearted desire. I'm not very worried. I'll draw again eventually. It isn't what I'm writing this journal for, though.
A few things have happened in the past month. I took on delivery driving as another aspect of my job and that has become exclusively what I do every week. I'm okay with this, except suddenly my car is refusing to function reliably, the blame for which I can't help but point at my rotting fuel system and the seventeen years of its life spent in New Hampshire (the compound used to de-ice the roads over there is highly corrosive, moreso than salt). So now it dies unexpectedly while on the road. Today it died at the gas station while I was finding out that the nozzle for the air pump I wanted to use is broken, and I had to abandon it there and walk home. I'm mostly okay with this, except the fuel system repair is estimated to cost around $600 and I no longer have even $400 in my possession.
Everyone's hours have been cut at the restaurant. Because I was supposed to be getting more hours after taking on driving duties, mine have just been exchanged instead.
My chronic migraine treatments have yielded relatively stable results despite my running out of chiropractic visits with which to treat my occipital neuraliga headaches. My specialist has decided to pass me on to his nurse practitioner (a good thing, it means I've made considerable enough improvement to "graduate") and prescribed me a muscle relaxer to help treat the neck tension headaches and my sleeplessness. Unfortunately as I write this I have had two and a half hours of sleep at most and I woke up with a pressure headache and stiff neck. I've been advised by the pharmacist to give it a few more days before I call the headache center about it.
One night shortly after the New Year I came home to find my zebra finch's mate missing. In actuality she wasn't missing, as I found out relatively quickly upon investigation, but instead had died underneath their food dish. I was surprised and not. Surprised because she was one of the offspring of mum's pair, and yet not because she hadn't looked very well the past week prior. I still don't know what was wrong with her; Leoric was quarantined until the 18th and is still perfectly healthy. My best guess is that she became eggbound. She'll be returned to the earth with Heion and Peanut after the spring thaw.
While tending the rat and turtle today, I noticed something amiss with Oregane. She was refusing the corn and peas (among her favorites) from the food blend I typically feed her. She had a little reddish globule of snooger below a nostril, but this I didn't find terribly alarming as I've seen it before with an up-flare of allergies. More concerning was the strange green discharge I noticed at her vaginal opening when I picked her up. Her uterus is hard and lumpy. A few minutes of general online research leads me to believe that she has pyometra, a uterine infection best treated with surgery. The dent a rat spay will put in your wallet is on par with that of a cat or a dog. I don't have the funds to deal with that.
Pyometra cannot be left untreated.
...My rat is dying.
I feel helpless. You may think it silly that I would be distraught over a rodent, but I love my rat. I had brought her home in a fit of agitated frustration at the state of my life, and her wiggly amicability helped make it easier to deal with. I don't want to let her die.
A few things have happened in the past month. I took on delivery driving as another aspect of my job and that has become exclusively what I do every week. I'm okay with this, except suddenly my car is refusing to function reliably, the blame for which I can't help but point at my rotting fuel system and the seventeen years of its life spent in New Hampshire (the compound used to de-ice the roads over there is highly corrosive, moreso than salt). So now it dies unexpectedly while on the road. Today it died at the gas station while I was finding out that the nozzle for the air pump I wanted to use is broken, and I had to abandon it there and walk home. I'm mostly okay with this, except the fuel system repair is estimated to cost around $600 and I no longer have even $400 in my possession.
Everyone's hours have been cut at the restaurant. Because I was supposed to be getting more hours after taking on driving duties, mine have just been exchanged instead.
My chronic migraine treatments have yielded relatively stable results despite my running out of chiropractic visits with which to treat my occipital neuraliga headaches. My specialist has decided to pass me on to his nurse practitioner (a good thing, it means I've made considerable enough improvement to "graduate") and prescribed me a muscle relaxer to help treat the neck tension headaches and my sleeplessness. Unfortunately as I write this I have had two and a half hours of sleep at most and I woke up with a pressure headache and stiff neck. I've been advised by the pharmacist to give it a few more days before I call the headache center about it.
One night shortly after the New Year I came home to find my zebra finch's mate missing. In actuality she wasn't missing, as I found out relatively quickly upon investigation, but instead had died underneath their food dish. I was surprised and not. Surprised because she was one of the offspring of mum's pair, and yet not because she hadn't looked very well the past week prior. I still don't know what was wrong with her; Leoric was quarantined until the 18th and is still perfectly healthy. My best guess is that she became eggbound. She'll be returned to the earth with Heion and Peanut after the spring thaw.
While tending the rat and turtle today, I noticed something amiss with Oregane. She was refusing the corn and peas (among her favorites) from the food blend I typically feed her. She had a little reddish globule of snooger below a nostril, but this I didn't find terribly alarming as I've seen it before with an up-flare of allergies. More concerning was the strange green discharge I noticed at her vaginal opening when I picked her up. Her uterus is hard and lumpy. A few minutes of general online research leads me to believe that she has pyometra, a uterine infection best treated with surgery. The dent a rat spay will put in your wallet is on par with that of a cat or a dog. I don't have the funds to deal with that.
Pyometra cannot be left untreated.
...My rat is dying.
I feel helpless. You may think it silly that I would be distraught over a rodent, but I love my rat. I had brought her home in a fit of agitated frustration at the state of my life, and her wiggly amicability helped make it easier to deal with. I don't want to let her die.
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Ugh.
2 min read
Guess what, life? You win. I can't keep up with the daily submissions anymore, so here is my acknowledgement to defeat.
Anyone who feels like tallying up the days I lasted can be my guest and go right ahead. I'd say I might doodle something for you, but it probably wouldn't happen even if I wanted it to. Sorry. =/
Anyway, yeah. I'm unable to fulfill tonight's submission quota, so I'm throwing in the towel. I'm going to be slowing down considerably for a number of reasons, the most prominent of which being that the holiday is eating up most of my time right now and it still causes me terrible migraines when I do draw. In view of the migraines, particularly, I'm going to have to stop until my treatments at the headache center progress a bit further.
Other reasons include: I still spend most of my time sleeping or laying in bed and wondering if I'm still awake. I am dead tired pretty much constantly, so I drag ass at everything. I also don't really have the motivation. Yeah, I was posting things every day, but only a handful were actually new. I'm slowly beginning to realize to what extent I've sunken into depression, and that's proven to be its own monstrous entity to contend with.
The board we've been working on (CosmosCanine and I) is still frozen in construction and it's entirely my fault. I'm almost tempted to tell her to open it anyway and I can finish my half later, but if I can't even write up a bunch of locations, how the fuck am I going to actually participate in threads and keep up?
I'm slowly going crazy at myself, I think. I probably need some help.
Oh well. One thing at a time, right? I'm still occupied by trying to get another job so I can afford more than just my car insurance and the gas to run it.
Anyone who feels like tallying up the days I lasted can be my guest and go right ahead. I'd say I might doodle something for you, but it probably wouldn't happen even if I wanted it to. Sorry. =/
Anyway, yeah. I'm unable to fulfill tonight's submission quota, so I'm throwing in the towel. I'm going to be slowing down considerably for a number of reasons, the most prominent of which being that the holiday is eating up most of my time right now and it still causes me terrible migraines when I do draw. In view of the migraines, particularly, I'm going to have to stop until my treatments at the headache center progress a bit further.
Other reasons include: I still spend most of my time sleeping or laying in bed and wondering if I'm still awake. I am dead tired pretty much constantly, so I drag ass at everything. I also don't really have the motivation. Yeah, I was posting things every day, but only a handful were actually new. I'm slowly beginning to realize to what extent I've sunken into depression, and that's proven to be its own monstrous entity to contend with.
The board we've been working on (CosmosCanine and I) is still frozen in construction and it's entirely my fault. I'm almost tempted to tell her to open it anyway and I can finish my half later, but if I can't even write up a bunch of locations, how the fuck am I going to actually participate in threads and keep up?
I'm slowly going crazy at myself, I think. I probably need some help.
Oh well. One thing at a time, right? I'm still occupied by trying to get another job so I can afford more than just my car insurance and the gas to run it.
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Knock it off.
1 min read
Dear deviantART,
I have no community spirit whatsoever.
I have absolutely no desire to waste my money on your sorry ass.
Quit sending me advertisements that I see plastered all over the site to begin with, and stop telling me about contests I couldn't give any less of a shit about.
I honestly hate you. I am here only to showcase my art to what minor few people give a shit and lend advice to those that could use it.
I am not interested in your forums, your news articles, your subscription service, or the contests for people considerably better at art than I am.
Please piss off.
Disdainfully,
~Kai
P.S.: Somehow I am still posting things daily. This may not last much longer. Also, have a bitch-fu highlight: wieraidenese-idiot.tumblr.com/…
I have no community spirit whatsoever.
I have absolutely no desire to waste my money on your sorry ass.
Quit sending me advertisements that I see plastered all over the site to begin with, and stop telling me about contests I couldn't give any less of a shit about.
I honestly hate you. I am here only to showcase my art to what minor few people give a shit and lend advice to those that could use it.
I am not interested in your forums, your news articles, your subscription service, or the contests for people considerably better at art than I am.
Please piss off.
Disdainfully,
~Kai
P.S.: Somehow I am still posting things daily. This may not last much longer. Also, have a bitch-fu highlight: wieraidenese-idiot.tumblr.com/…
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