LurkingDisdain

I can't believe it's been about two years, nearly three, since I've touched this journal. I seem to say something similar with every update I do, but there you go. First of all, if there's anybody left watching this space, thank you so much for waiting-- or more likely-- forgetting about me ;) I'm afraid I don't have anything to upload right now. I've kept up very little with my art but all of it has been on canvas or, in the case of my new apartment, all over the walls (shhh the landlord doesn't know). My camera's been out of practice but I don't have a scanner handy either. Either way. I will eventually get around to updating soon ish...m

Any idiot can face a crisis - it's day to day living that wears you out. Anton Chekhov Well. 38 weeks is a bit of stretch but here I am! After such an extended sojourn one would think I would waltz back with something to write about. Worldly knowledge, exciting adventures, not so exciting adventures, the completed manuscript for the Life and Times of an Eggplant... No. In fact it's pitiful the lack of content I have to show for my absence. Let's go back. Let's Quentin Terantino this. I acquired yet another failed attempt at romance to add to my retinue of jaded life experiences that shall lead me down a lonely crazy cat lady road. For in

wow. <3