BewareTheHuntress

I think it's time to admit I've basically moved on to pastures new. I post occasional things here, but if you actually care, my new stuff's mostly at my tumblr. Also, if you care about my art, WHO THE HELL ARE YOU WHERE DID YOU COME FROM?

Not that I ever do. Being drunk sucks. BUT THE CHANCE IS THERE. That's right, your favourite inactive shitty artist is now EIGHTEEN and shitty and inactive. 8DDDD THIS ARBITARY NUMERICAL VALUE FOR ADULTHOOD IS PLEASING TO ME. I can vote (ugh)! Smoke (ew)! Drink (meh)! THE POSSIBILITIES ARE really fairly limited, actually, especially since I still can't have a birthday drink with my gf because a) she is in Vancouver and b) the drinking age in British Columbia is nineteen. FU CANADA. GIVE MY GIRLFRIEND BACK. -.- But on the plus side, I can now get a tattoo. Which I intend to. IN CANADA. (no, srsly) ...debating the awesomeness of writing "Nor

SO THINGS HAVE HAPPENED AND STUFF HAS HAPPENED ALONG WITH THEM which is unsurprising when I don't update my journal for six months at a time. :| First off, I am finally getting closer to finding an actual fucking diagnosis for the Soap Opera Disease which has been haunting me for like a year and a half or whatever. I've got a hospital appointment on Wednesday with a guy who might be able to do more than test me for anaemia for the millionth fucking time. Second, I realised that I'm probably gay. Well, biromantic lesbian something all over the place, who even gives a shit, but less bisexual than I thought. Which would be a bitch (more romant