art is for farters. Okay, so maybe I am retarded :B but anyway. Here is some artwork for thine eyes. Link, drawn in a Kingdom Hearts style. I will be coloring.
I understand you. I may have only moved around in town all the times I have moved (ten to be exact, this was the latest and hopefully last... for a while) but once you get attached to a place, it's hard to leave.
I cried with Eric when he and I both moved out of the upstairs apartment. It was hard. Even though it was my eighth move, at the time, I fell in love again in that one bedroom apartment. Why can't people understand that moving, be it down the road or across the US is still hard... no matter what.
For some reason I was always fine moving around town; I think it was because I felt like I had the mobility to see everyone. It's this cross-country business that's getting to me. Not to mention, I just got back from Atlanta, where PO HQ is located, and I severely miss all of those people. And then I severely miss my people in NY. I severely miss all of you guys. I severely miss my people in England. And now I'm going to severely miss my people here in Portland. I miss them already. ;_;
Maybe I have too many peoples. But I miss every one of them. ;_;
And by the way. I'm glad you got out of that apartment. >.> I don't care that you miss it, those creepy-crawlies were just a bit too much >.>
Oh, I know the creepie-crawlies were bad, don't remind me. (I think a few followed to the new house, but an exterminator is getting called QUICK.)
You don't have too many peoples. A person can never have too many peoples. It's when you have something BIG to say and no one to call, that's a problem. (That's my problem.)
O___________O eww. A silverfish came with us to Portland >.> and I swear, planned his appearance.
It is a problem, though, feeling weird because it's hard to keep up with everyone, but when you want to talk to them, you can't, or it's just hard to explain... grah x___X
And if you have needed someone to talk to, why haven't you called me? ;_;
I may have only moved around in town all the times I have moved (ten to be exact, this was the latest and hopefully last... for a while) but once you get attached to a place, it's hard to leave.
I cried with Eric when he and I both moved out of the upstairs apartment.
It was hard. Even though it was my eighth move, at the time, I fell in love again in that one bedroom apartment. Why can't people understand that moving, be it down the road or across the US is still hard... no matter what.
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Maybe I have too many peoples. But I miss every one of them. ;_;
And by the way. I'm glad you got out of that apartment. >.> I don't care that you miss it, those creepy-crawlies were just a bit too much >.>
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You don't have too many peoples. A person can never have too many peoples. It's when you have something BIG to say and no one to call, that's a problem. (That's my problem.)
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It is a problem, though, feeling weird because it's hard to keep up with everyone, but when you want to talk to them, you can't, or it's just hard to explain... grah x___X
And if you have needed someone to talk to, why haven't you called me? ;_;
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It was time. Time kept me from calling you.
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