Word of the Day: 豚脂

I didn't get to go to the WITCHZ concert in Portland like I wanted to. Their one song was my imagination fuel for the bad guy in Pixie Road.

Got me to draw this one more street fighter-esque drawing with like deep contrasting and vivid coloring.

Unfortunately the wire for the external hard drive is not working anymore so, I can't access those files anymore. I would have to buy another cord basically. Which is like 20 USD.

Unfortunate wear and tear when trying to move things around and people just poking and basically hoping all of your bags fall and break all your stuff.

Eh, I am sure that one guy would've helped if I asked. But if he touches it then he'll be responsible in some aspect and since there was no proper conversation, I wasn't going to risk that being tainted.

The Nordic man taught me this.

Also the accessibility people are running their own stupid game across the way.

Yea, when I am in personal mode, I am very friendly and soft, but when I am in business mode, I am very serious. I guess that is what is bipolar about me, my mood ACTUALLY changes, it doesn't stay the same all the time.

I walked around the campus and people could barely answer any questions. They just wanted to steal 2 dollars from me.

I guess it is a "competence tax."

You're obviously cooler and smarter than me, so you have to pay me money. Because I am pathetic NPC. Obviously. Your aura bruised me.

They heard me well enough when I mentioned jail but none of my ideas for art. It just shows their intentions.

Whatever they create would be a lesser form, a derivative of what was the momentum of my actions. They'll use the money to get high, and do absolutely nothing.

Talk to me when you've pass out on the floor from standing for 48 hours straight of work. I put a mattress behind me just so I wouldn't fall on the hard floor.

When your feet are bleeding and torn and you're in so much pain even if you wanted to sleep you couldn't. You could never.

I went to jail because my mom wouldn't let me talk to a dude with five 3d printers..

YOU KNOW HOW MUCH FUCKING CHOCOLATE I COULD'VE MADE BY NOW?!

I paid people for blueprints and trying to source food-grade material.. just for you to fuck it up for me.

I read the art of the deal and negotiation books on audible. The fact that she didn't believe I could actually manage myself in that situation, was just her being a fucking crab in the basket.

Also since he is of Swiss ancestry, we could've added a "Swiss Chocolate" certification on the front. Not the back, of course. You have to be honest there.

Nope, your reward is being put in jail, in a small cell for 7 weeks straight. Because, you can't be trusted. You're too good. No one can trust that.

It obviously activates all your demons. Perhaps Brendur isn't the bad guy. Elves manipulate the Ether, true. They can hear the dead so, their interpretation is important. That is why their ears grow. You can't know if you're an elf until you pick up a crystal, and hear the dead.

I got to see some cool pixies, but they doing their own thing.

I don't know, maybe I'll go back one day, but I feel like you have to prepare to prepare for it. If that makes any sense.

Anyway, I have reached my word requirement. I will make another story.