Trancua

I know, nobody. Don't even know why I'm updating this, no one will ever read it. Eh, screw it. I had stuff to type here, but I suddenly don't feel like it anymore.

The more I think about it, the weirder it seems. I mean, pigs aren't supposed to be evil and people-killing. They're supposed to behave like good bacon and fill our ham sandwiches with joy, not sorrow. Let's all hope that we don't end our cute little life like this. It would suck epically. Like, major suckage. As for me, meh. Life's life. Nothing about it. Every day's the same as the last one. Except we're older by one day. Woo. I miss Klaora. I hope she fixes her ' puter soon. I need to talk with her again.

I'm pretty much shooting blanks, lately. Even moreso than usual. I've always been non-completionist when it comes to my artistic progress. Meaning, I have a hard time finishing drawings and stuff that I create. I always leave unfinished at least 85% of the drawings that I start. That is to say, the ones that I actually finish are actually pretty good, if I do say so myself. I wish I could actually release all of the stuff I make. I've got piles and piles of scraps, unfinished drawings and comic strips lying around. A real damn shame, really. Most of them show real promise. I dunno if it's because I'm a lazy bum, or because I'm a mediocr