lets print everything up to date.

.think Ill go back to oil pastel profiles. I notice most people I have drawn are those who mean something :} so next time if anyone comes over, demand to see your portrait. If there is one, it means at one point of time or another I adored the crap out sheslashhe.

No one so far has testicular fortitude now a days. ncluding myself I'd suppose, not literally for obvious reasons.

To holland village I fly in an hours or so. google maps shall direct me.

my dad's friend, jimmy, and his 3 year old daughter visited.

dad: how bout your one two threes?
lil girl: one two three four five six seven eight nine
dad: then?
lil girl: dont know
dad: wheres your ten?
lil girl: cannot find.

freaking much adorable, she oozes adorable it was overpowering, scampering around giggling and smiling.

caught up with a few people i havent seen in ages. two fags and a spca-ean, front wise, still sweet mad people.

the night before daddies birtday* behind lock doors in the comfort of my room ard 11pm. sitting there quietly writing on a card. sudden blackout. i think if anyone saw my eyes theyd be big as golf balls. panick and screams really madly. gets up scrambles, bang shin into bed end, ignore pain, still screaming, scrambles again to the door. insanely finding the bloody doorknob. hears daddie say "just come out lah!". gets out feels pain of shin. what can i say im scared of the dark, especially when it sneak attacks you out of blinking no where.

such amusement