So little to say...so many ways to say it. This writer's block is suffocating. I find it ironic that a lot of the subject matter in my poetry actually revolves around not being able to write. That's just down right blowing me right now. I think I'll take this as a note to go ahead and get over myself and start drawing again. After all, drawing was is my first love, and I've all but abandoned it due to some petty bitterness. Not saying I don't have a right to be bitter, but it's not like I'm hurting anybody but me by not drawing. Besides, it's my first love right...? What sense does it make to not draw, then? Yup, I guess I can start doodling again. I have to shake all the rust off now, which I'm sure will be frustrating, but damn, nearly all the work on this site is extremely dated. I don't think I have one piece from the last 18 months on this site...probably because there isn't any piece in that time frame.
So okay, I have to start drawing again...any of you legal young ladies want to pose for me...seriously. No, I'm just kidding...I think...sheesh, that's bad when you don't even know whether or not you're joking.