It seems that deviantart and I are not best friends. It's been a while since I last checked it. A lot has happened. I've lost friends, gained friends, lost some of THOSE friends (intentionally, with that second set), and found some new friends. We've moved to a small town and live in a nice duplex. Brandon graduated college and is working. I'm a housewife.

I don't really create anymore. I don't write or draw or any of that. I haven't even written in my real journal in over a month. I do write some, but only stuff for D&D and Dark*Matter campaigns. I am utterly boring now. But, well...I kind of like being utterly boring, you know?

For the record, since I know people here care, it has been four years, one month, and seventeen days since the last time I cut myself, and it has been six weeks, five days since the last time I wanted to. I realized that caffeine irritated my anxiety, so I stopped drinking it, and it made a world of difference, along with removing toxic people from my life.

I wrote a poem about alligators or something awhile back that I could post, but it's so disjointed that I think it's one of those things that is really only good to me. So, I dunno. Probably nothing. Maybe I'll start a webcomic. I have been considering it. Probably not, though. I'd just end up ripping off OOTS anyway. I'm a plagarist like that.

I dunno. Maybe I'll write some stuff for you. But I always sucked at writing when I was happy. I bet I could get a poem or a seething monologue out about my stupid-ass sister, though. For you.