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Ehh. LiveJournal's Rich Text layout looks hella different. Is it just me, or were there changes? Been too lazy to read up on all of the updates.
Ah well... Movin' on, darlin's.
Alright, so as most of you know, I can't access DeviantArt. I'm eighteen, but what the hell. Ya know? It's blocked. Something about getting viruses from the art site. Ahahaha. Whatever. What I need, you see, is someone who can draw me a port, but most artists in dreams can only be found- gaspgasp- on DA. (Which is totally unfair.) I'm willin' ta pay, of course; I can come up with something creative, write, send ya a check, or pay ya with paypal. (Yes, I finally got off my ass and got paypal.) But ya gotta gimme proof of ability by past works, or ones you're working on now, and then haggle with me for a decent price.
(Who the hell would want to pay over twenty bucks for a 95x95 image? xX; Screw that.)
Ahhh, tonight is the Christmas party at work. And I was tellin' people how I wanted to come dressed as an elf, and now look: P.C. is out of the elf costumes they promised me they had in stock just two days before. (I called yesterday, so it had only been one day, and poof! All gone.) So, what am I to do? No sewing machine- though I want one so terribly bad. I loved to make clothes at my moms, because her sewing machine was so kickass. But this isnt my moms, and I can't afford no stinkin' machine. Though, I wager two hundred dollars may very well be worth it... >_> In fact, I'm willin' to bet a high slope that it is, depending on brand name, comp'nies, and such.
Agh. Starting to talk like Evelyn and Zell. Next thing ya know, I'm ganna start- GONNA. I'm gonna start dancing like Kenji, or dressing like Psyche. All. White. All the time.
Whoa. Brainblast.
...Alright. I gotses to clean, so you all sit tight, 'kaykays? I'll come bother you all later. :D
'Til then, lovelove!
Ah well... Movin' on, darlin's.
Alright, so as most of you know, I can't access DeviantArt. I'm eighteen, but what the hell. Ya know? It's blocked. Something about getting viruses from the art site. Ahahaha. Whatever. What I need, you see, is someone who can draw me a port, but most artists in dreams can only be found- gaspgasp- on DA. (Which is totally unfair.) I'm willin' ta pay, of course; I can come up with something creative, write, send ya a check, or pay ya with paypal. (Yes, I finally got off my ass and got paypal.) But ya gotta gimme proof of ability by past works, or ones you're working on now, and then haggle with me for a decent price.
(Who the hell would want to pay over twenty bucks for a 95x95 image? xX; Screw that.)
Ahhh, tonight is the Christmas party at work. And I was tellin' people how I wanted to come dressed as an elf, and now look: P.C. is out of the elf costumes they promised me they had in stock just two days before. (I called yesterday, so it had only been one day, and poof! All gone.) So, what am I to do? No sewing machine- though I want one so terribly bad. I loved to make clothes at my moms, because her sewing machine was so kickass. But this isnt my moms, and I can't afford no stinkin' machine. Though, I wager two hundred dollars may very well be worth it... >_> In fact, I'm willin' to bet a high slope that it is, depending on brand name, comp'nies, and such.
Agh. Starting to talk like Evelyn and Zell. Next thing ya know, I'm ganna start- GONNA. I'm gonna start dancing like Kenji, or dressing like Psyche. All. White. All the time.
Whoa. Brainblast.
...Alright. I gotses to clean, so you all sit tight, 'kaykays? I'll come bother you all later. :D
'Til then, lovelove!