Only a few days and I'll be, well, twenty. Such a vivid number. 20. It's all curves and one sharp line. Not like five 50 with it's fine lines and soft curve. Not like eight 80 with it's perfect symmetry. No... 20, twenty... round and docile and standing on the edge of a cliff between true adulthood [24 being just about when the body reaches full maturity] and the last glimpses at some semblance of youth...

I hate it.

Bah.

Birthdays are fickle things that irk me. But why is it this year that I find myself the most agitated about the upcoming end to my life in the teen years and the birth of my life as a "adult"?

That aside I've grown to... draw again. To really draw again. Not the sweet curvy idealistic women I have previously drawn but instead... grotesquely thin, often time faceless so called women. Their beings rendered to skin and bone with as little detail as possible. Just enough for my wrist to scream at me in pain as I force myself to forget the tendinitis in my right arm.

To those of you with long over due commissions who are probably pissed as fuck at me about it... I'd apologize a thousand times and hopefully can find the time to recall... and render your commissions to life in a less disturbing style.

In other news... I've once more begun to play Ragnarok Online in my spare time. I'm pleased with the PK server I'm on, even if it's a high rate. Every server these days seems to be high rate...

But I don't mind. I adore my SinX, my Creator, Gypsy, Stalker, and Sniper. I wonder if I should make a Gunslinger... they seem... fun if not a challenge. Eventually I think I'll draw my creations.

But! My favorite part of this server is running around Bio Labs 3 and DOMINATING everything.... except the MVP... ;A; Instant kill no matter who I use.