I hope you know, I hope you know

Happy Birthday, emony2!

Hope it's a good one, hun! *hugs*

He's fucking sexy for a potato-headed Martian. Check it:



I'm re-rendering the first few pages as they lack a lot of depth and I feel I have to draw readers in from the get-go. It's at this moment during my toning that I had to stop and say, "Damn, Bee! You got some hot shit going AWN!"

Hehehehe.

This is the best thing you've ever seen:



By julian_black on journalfen.net.

Mum: I can say that ... never until this moment in my life, have I thought of Paul Robeson's balls.
Scotty: You listen to that music an you DON'T?!

There's nothing funnier than hearing your thickly German accented old father speak in LOLCat. I'd giggled when Rogue had licked my head then licked her chomps in satisfaction afterwards. I said, "Do I has a flavour?"

Dad looked at me and said, "She has a flavour?" (The cat).

Which, I just had to crack up because... Actually... that's correct English.

... Damn it. It still sounded funny.

So, like... I was featured on DeviantArt.com...

...

IT ONLY TOOK ME THREE YEARS, BITCHES! Wow. I'm up there with big-titted manga bitches. Believe it or not, I'm ridiculously thrilled!

No, really, I'm *very* happy that I managed to get some attention and I didn't draw heaps of anthro art, or anime girls, or cutesie shit or anything. I stuck to my roots and did what I do. And was bossy about art - that 25 Expressions thing really took the fuck off. I'm really *really*... thrilled, shocked, delighted, overjoyed, ecstatic, happy, I'm running out of freakin' adjectives here... WOW.

Well, it's 12 at night, I've been working on art since... *counts hours* 2pm. That's ten hours work. Not. Fucking. BAD!

I've got the latest tutorial all set out in Word, now I just have to figure out how I'm going to do this in something that doesn't suck. I lost my version of Acrobat, fuck it. :( It's too late, I need to sleep and get to this tomorrow. *yawn*

I LOVE YOU GUYS. Seriously.

Aaand I been workiiin' like a DOG. No, seriously, I have been drawing my little TOOSHIE off today. Working on a couple of different projects. Loosening up my strokes for Bree's little commission, and also trying to get this bloody Unique Comic Characters tutorial completed for Deviant Art. Like, in three or so months I've had 2400 messages in my inboxes. Both favourites and comments combined.

How. the. FUCK... do I answer those? I don't. I can't! I mean, the favouriting is okay. Once upon a time I could thank individually everyone who ever favourited me. Can't... can't do that in this case. What I might do is just look for the ones that AREN'T a response to "25 Essential Expressions". Then there should be about a hundred about my actual artwork. LOL.

Blah. I'm just SO FUCKING TIRED. My neck and shoulders are aching, my eyes are strained, I'm exhausted. I'm actually so tired I feel nauseous. I don't know if I've just been such a lazy cunt over the past three years that I've lost the ability to get work done, or whether I'm actually genuinely not feeling well due to my conditions. I have to wonder if Mirena is fucking me over as well.

Anyway, I've earned a couple of hours of fun on Animal Crossing, anyway. AFTER I scan in this artwork, though. I might even share it afterwards. (Duh, of course I will, I'm a total attention whore).

It wasn't until my darling man phoned this evening that I realised that I'd kinda cut myself off from the world for a couple of days there. Didn't totally mean to do that. My big brother Paulie, who has lived here in the granny flat for nearly three years now, has gone over to Japan to work and it hit me harder than I realised. I also had a bit of a break down over the direction of my life. I felt like I'd acheived nothing and that I'm wasting my life. I know this isn't true, that I'm working on things. I guess I was terrified that this Mirena wasn't working as well, as I've still been in pain this week.

Had a good old yak on the phone to my darling and I felt a lot better afterwards.

I'm gonna have an early night, I think. After that weekend, I need one.

PAGE ELEVEN DONE!

SEVEN MORE TO GO OF ISSUE ONE! :D

Let me tell you, internets.

Some punk white cat keeps coming into our yard and taking on Lenny and trying to get his territory off him. Lenny isn't young, now, he's 12 going on 13. But fuck me if when Dad woke up this morning and looked outside, there weren't tufts of white cat fur scattered all over the front yard.

Do not fuck with Lenny, foreign kittens not of his territory. Cause he WILL CUT YOU. I've seen cats bigger than him running away in abject fear after taking him on. He IS a tiger.

That said, he's also a terrible sook. He loves cuddles and treats. I shall rain them down upon him the next time I see the poor old bugger. Hate it when I hear him being hassled at night and there's nothing I can do. (It was a storm outside, it was horrible!)

He's also trying to make me fat, I think. He bought me the biggest bag of Maltesers I have *ever* seen today. It's going to take me months to get through all that!!!

I love my silly man. *happy sigh*

So, I've been reading reviews and sporkings of Twilight and I thought, "You know what? Fuck this."

I'm going to write a really stupid fucking book. It's going to be really fucking stupid and fantasy/supernatural/whatever. Just cause I fucking well can.

It'll be about aliens. That's right. Aliens, high school, and... regional Australia. Maybe I'll release it under a crappy pseudonym. Just as an experiment. Fucking arsetard publishing industry.

The cramping has eased off a bit. It can still be painful but if it is, I try to sleep through it. That's the new coping strategy cause I don't want to end up hooked on codeine again. I'm feeling also a bit depressed, just a touch. It comes and it goes. I don't know if it's suddenly stopping the codeine or the GA or whether the hormones have kicked in cause apparently they do make you a bit sad. It's nothing on what Tramadol used to do to me, but I don't enjoy it.

If I get too stressed, I just play some Animal Crossing. It zens my brain out.

I'm honestly at a bit of a loss. I know that I'm supposed to wait and see if the IUD works, give myself a bit of a chance to bounce back but, as usual, my mind is racing at a thousand miles per hour, planning my time and thinking what I *should* be up to. For a lazy procrastinator I give myself a lot of mental hell over being inactive.

I'm scared the cramping won't stop with this bloody IUD. It hurts so badly. :( I don't want to take more codeine but I'm so so sore. :(

Other than the joy of seeing my boyfriend again yesterday, this week has been sort of horrible.

I've been in constant pain the past two or three days and I woke up this morning feeling really high and out of it (fucking codeine).

Melma's troubles seem to have a source now - she's having bowel issues. This is never a good thing. I have to take her to the vet to sort this shit out. I just don't have the cash for that right now, I'm really broke (aren't I always?!).

I just want something to go right for once, fuck it all. This is all very frustrating. :(